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ESERET. 


Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 
1887. 


THE  ROSE 


OF 


DESERET. 


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Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 
1887. 


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LIBRARY 

CONTENTS. 

Page. 

Pa 

ge. 

The  Rose  of  Deseret 

5 

The  Glorious  Future 

40 

The  Three  Wrecks 

6 

Th-  Child 

44 

When  I  am  Old 

10 

The  Music  of  the  Church. 

42 

Across  the  Sea 

11 

A  Sabbath  in  Tennessee 

43 

The  Rising  Tide 

11 

Obedience 

4o 

Praise 

12 

The  Errors  of  Dress 

46 

Sorrow 

12 

St.  George 

47 

Disappointment 

13 

The  Home  of  the  Ten  Tribes 

50 

The  Exile 

13 

My  Lovely  Mother 

51 

An  Autobiography 

14 

For  Annie 

63 

What  a  Wife  Might  Say 

16 

Politeness 

55 

To  Sister  Zina  D.  H.  Young 

17 

Abra*n 

55 

The  Lost  Child 

18 

Genius 

55 

The  Martyrs 

20 

Co-rmei.ts  on  a  Picture  called, 

"A 

Shells  of  the  Ocean 

21 

Mormon  taking  a  fifth  wife" 

57 

A  Token  of  Affection 

22 

The  Umbrella 

58 

Moonlight  in  the  Mountains 

22 

To  Emma 

60 

Welcome  ti  a  Biother 

23 

Contrasts 

60 

Sister 

23 

New  Year's  Day  in  the  Past  and  the 

Chunk  of  Ice 

24 

Present 

61 

Twilight's  Fading 

24 

Nancy's  Ride 

63 

The  Modern  Hero 

25 

Our  Desires 

67 

The  Two  Lessons 

27 

The  Big  Boys 

68 

For  Ellen 

28 

Wildwood  Flowers 

Matie 

30 

The  Two  Powers 

70 

Something  to  Cling  to 

31 

A  Dream 

72 

The  Shadowy  Promise 

32 

Diddy 

73 

Truth 

.'52 

I  Trust  in  Thee 

74 

The  Fiery  Dragon 

33 

Johnny 

75 

No  Imaginary  God  for  Me 

34 

On  Visiting  a  Friend  After  a  Long 

Tiredness  and  Resting 

35 

Absence 

76 

A  Heroine  of  the  Battalion 

36 

Dictionary  of  Names. 

The  Unsuccessful  Trip 

37 

Men's  Names 

77 

To  Brethren  in  Prison 

40 

Women's  Names 

91 

THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


THEY  bloomed  alone  by  the  winding  streams, 

At  the  feet  of  the  stately  trees. 
The  roses  sweet  of  the  mountains  bloomed 

And  scented  the  morning  breeze. 

The  Winter  snows  were  melted  down 

In  the  rosy  month  of  June, 
And  rushing  from  the  mountain  heights, 

To  the  roses  sang  their  tune. 

Painted  faces  by  the  roses  came, 
And  low  made  their  leafy  home 

Breathing  the  breath  of  the  fragrant  gale, 
Charmed  by  beauty  while  they  roam. 

Fierce  and  black  was  the  Indian's  face 
When  hate  and  war  were  themes. 

In  peaceful  moods  his  face  he  decked 
With  bright  vermillion  gleams. 

His  children  played  with  the  rose's  buds, 
And  laughed  in  innocent  glee — 

As  they  sat  by  the  fragrant  winding  stream, 
Beneath  the  cottonwood  tree. 


THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


No  pale  one  came  with  eyes  of  blue, 

To  wander  by  the  brook, 
In  those  old  times  the  maidens  dark, 

Within  its  mirror  looked. 

But  now  the  Rose  of  Deseret 
Shakes  out  its  petals  free, 

In  many  folds,  and  deep- dyed  hues, 
Its  beauty  we  can  see. 

And  maidens  beautiful  and  fair 
From  costly  mansions  come, 

To  breath  the  fragrant  mountain  air, 
Around  a  lovely  home. 


THE  THREE  WRECKS. 


OVER  the  water,  and  dull  in  the  air, 
The  fog  hung  over  the  ship  that's  doomed — 

Over  a  lady,  pleased,  and  beautiful,  fair, 

And  the  fog  brought  sorrow,  the  fog  brought  death, 
As  a  steamer  came  with  a  burning  breath — 

Like  a  monster  dim  it  faintly  loomed. 

Over  the  vessel  a  crash  was  heard, 
The  waves  rush  into  the  broken  side, 

The  steamer  seemed  a  giant  weird, 
But  the  crew  climbed  onto  her  deck  in  haste, 
Hurrying  the  lady  till  safe  she  was  placed, 

Never  the  billows  their  proud  ship  would  ride. 

The  wind  blew  cool,  and  the  fog  was  black, 

And  one  lay  dead  in  the  cabin  there, 
The  lady  begs  then  them  to  go  back , 


15V   EMILY   B.  SPENCER. 


For  her  husband  and  child  are  gone, 
And  one  man  else  are  all  alone — 
Little  she  knows  the  fearlul  doom, 
That  caught  her  husband  in  its  snare. 

Over  the  water  long  they  sought, 

But  find  no  vessel  perishing  there, 
And  comfort  none  to  the  lady  brought, 

But  ploughed  their  way  through  the  water  dull. 

And  she  had  lost  her  loved  o&e  all, 
And  their  fate  she  often  wished  to  share. 

But  her  little  boy  with  golden  hair, 
And  sweet  blue  eyes  was  calling  loud; 

While  tears  rained  fast  o'er  his  face  so  fair, 
For  his  mother  to  come  and  take  him  away, 
For  his  father  was  dead ,  and  he  could  not  stay, 

And  he  hid  his  face,  and  sobbed  and  sobbed. 

But  the  mate  sprang  up  from  the  swinging  floor, 
And  burst  the  walls  imprisoning  them, 

For  he  heard  the  waters  ceaseless  pour— 
And  taking  the  child  he  went  on  deck, 
And  made  a  raft  from  the  broken  wreck, 

That  the  tide  of  death  they  two  might  stem. 

Alone  on  the  ocean's  waters  wild, 
Floated  the  raft  on  its  unknown  way, 

Calmly  sat  the  man  and  the  child, 
Never  knowing  their  future  doom; 
But  happily  they  were  rescued  soon, 

As  dawned  a  bright  and  sunny  day. 

The  bark  went  on  the  bounding  sea, 
Like  a  bird  she  flew  from  wave  to  wave, 


THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


But  lo^t  her  way  o'er  the  waters  free, 
And  driven  ashore  on  an  island  sweet — 
They  kindness  from  the  natives  meet, 

Of  home  they  dream,  of  home  they  rave. 

No  ship  comes  near  with  rounded  sail, 
To  take  them  to  their  homes  again, 

And  one  by  one  their  hopes  all  fail, 
As  three  years  marching  go  their  way, 
They  grow  contented  with  their  stay, 

They  know  to  sigh  for  home  is  vain. 

A  man  of  war  looms  up  in  sight, 
They  hasten  from  the  isle  away, 

The  beauteous  child  is  their  delight, 
The  pride  and  joy  of  all  around; 
Delighted  with  each  sight  and  sound, 

At  last  they're  landed  in  Bombay. 

The  mate  was  taken  sick  indeed, 
So  gave  the  child  unto  a  friend, 

Who  to  his  friends  at  once  agreed 
To  take  the  boy,  his  mother  find, 
And  to  the  boy  he  would  be  kind, 

As  on  their  journey  they  would  speed. 

Again  upon  the  ocean's  track, 
Upon  the  billow's  foamy  waste, 

A  ship  is  foundered,  waters  break 
Into  her  side,  she  will  go  down — 
And  from  her  glides  a  boat  alone, 

The  other  boat  from  her  doth  haste. 

A  plunge,  a  circle  in  the  sea, 
A  whirlpool  as  the  ship  went  down, 


BY  EMILY   B.    SPENCER. 


A  curdling  cry  from  those  that  be, 
Drawn  by  her  power  to  waters  deep — 
A  little  child  sat  down  to  weep, 

His  friends  that  in  the  waters  drown. 

Again  the  child's  a  castaway, 
Upon  the  ocean's  bosom  broad, 

With  some  true  friends  float  far  away, 
Until  a  ship  at  last's  descried, 
A  signal  of  distress  is  tried, 

Is  seen — soon  on  its  deck  they  stood. 

All  kindness  then  was  instant  given, 
The  captain  took  the  child  away, 

And  when  the  story  bent  to  listen, 
The  captain's  child  with  curly  hair, 
And  sweet  blue  eyes,  and  wondrous  fair, 

Was  this  lost  child  but  found  to-day. 

The  first  ship's  wreck  had  parted  him 
From  mother's  true  and  loving  heart, 

By  last  ship's  foundering  found  his  kin, 
This  mother  as  a  bearded  man, 
A  captain,  o'er  the  waters  ran, 

From  her  he  never  more  would  part. 

"0  take  no  more  my  boy  from  me" — 
But  as  they  strove  to  take  the  child 

She  dropped  upon  her  bended  knee, 
''I  am  his  father!"  faltering  cried, 
Not  so!"  the  gray-haired  man  replied, 

"I  knew  his  father,  you  are  wild." 

UI  am  his  mother,  see!"  she  cried, 
And  pulled  her  black  beard  off  her  face, 


10  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


"I  leave  the  child,"  the  man  replied, 
"For  you're  his  mother  I  can  see; 
I  give  him  up,  and  glad  is  me, 

At  last  he's  found  his  mother's  place." 

Another  ship  was  hailed,  and  they, 
The  wrecked  ones  went  upon  their  way, 

But  left  the  boy,  that  sunny  boy, 
To  be  his  mother's  darling  pet, 
The  ocean  long  from  her  had  kept — 

The  songs  she  sang  were  very  gay. 


WHEN  I  AM  OLD. 


WHEN  I  am  old,  will  any  come, 

To  cheer  my  lonely  hours? 
Will  other's  faces  turn  away, 

Unto  their  own  home  bowers, 
And  care  not  that  I  am  alone, 
To  watch  the  silent  march  of  death, 
And  know  his  entrance  will  be  sure, 
And  I  alone  my  fate  endure? 

When  I  am  old,  will  younger  hands 

Alleviate  the  pains  of  life? 
Will  some  bright  eyes  so  loving  shine, 
With  sweet  affection  into  mine? 
Or  will  I  grieve  a  careless  tone, 
And  sorrow  that  I  am  alone? 
And  know  that  Time,  though  at  its  best, 
Will  only  give  a  little  rest; 
And  I  will  pass  as  others  pass 
The  portals  of  the  house  of  death, 
And  faintly  yield  the  passing  breath. 


BY  EMILY   B.    SPENCER.  11 


Will  no  one  come  with  tender  words? 
Or  loving  voice  be  round  me  heard? 
But  must  I  go  with  unheard  step, 
Alone  the  days  of  agedness 
With  none  to  cheer  and  none  to  bless? 

The  last  days  of  an  aged  one, 
The  last  hours  of  their  setting  sun, 
The  watching  of  the  One  to  come, 

Must  be  a  sad  reality. 
A  slight  from  one  they've  loved  to  see, 
Must  jar  upon  their  trembling  hearts; 
They  feel  as  if  they  must  away, 
They  here  have  none  to  wish  their  stay. 


ACROSS  THE  SEA. 


You  came  across  the  heaving  wave, 
O'er  ocean's  waters  dark  and  deep, 

For  Zion's  cause,  to  Zion  bound, 
That  faithfulness,  rewards  might  reap. 

Naught,  naught  but  this,  has  brought  you  here- 

The  Father's  hand  was  over  you, 
To  shield  you  in  dark  perils  near, 

To  fold  you  with  His  faithful  few. 


THE  RISING  TIDE, 


THE  sound  of  the  sea  storm 
That  was  dashing  around, 

She  heard  it  with  horror! 
Must  her  grave  there  be  found? 


12  THE  ROSE  OP  DESERET. 


Must  death  there  o'ertakelher, 

The  solitary  one, 
Must  sea  waves  rush  o'er  her, 

With  their  white  surging  foam? 

No!  no!  she's  not  destined, 

To  sleep  in  the  ocean, 
A  bark  has  espied  her, 

And  the  rescue's  begun. 

Her  heart  will  beat  gladly, 
She'll  now  see  her  mother, 

For  swiftly  is  coming, 
The  bark  of  her  lover. 


PRAISE. 


REJOICE!  rejoice!  my  heart  rejoice! 

Break  forth  in  songs  of  praise. 
The  temple  walls  are  now  complete, 

And  shouts  of  joy  upraise. 

This  work's  complete,  sweet  music's  charm, 

Proclaims  in  glad'ning  glee, 
The  last  rock's  laid.     The  walls  are  done, 

'Twill  soon  a  blessing  be. 


SORROW. 


WHY  are  you  so  unhappy, 

What  weighs  your  spirits  down, 

When  you  should  be  light-hearted 
And  fortune  should  not  frown. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  13 


0,  tell  me  all  your  troubles, 
And  I  will  help  you  bear  . 

Whatever  may  oppress  you, 
By  faith  in  earnest  prayer. 


DISAPPOINTMENT. 


WHAT  is  life  but  disappointment, 
Full  of  trials,  sorrows  here, 

Till  the  spirit  longs  triumphant 
For  a  nobler,  sweeter  sphere. 

Bitter  is  the  earthly  drinking, 
Shadows  cloud  the  brightest  day, 

Hopes  long  cherished  fail  the  owner, 
Mocking  with  resistless  sway. 


THE  EXILE. 


AN  exile  from  home  proclaiming  the  truth, 

So  free  unto  all  the  aged  and  youth, 

They  heed  not  the  words  of  salvation  and  life 

But  pass  them  as  naught  while  surrounded  by  strife, 

While  confusion  and  discord  and  anarchy  reign 

And  war  with  its  horrors  will  come,  that  is  plain, 

And  sorrows  are  coming  and  they  will  not  flee 

Where  they  will  be  safe  when  Zion  is  free. 

An  exile  from  home  so  weary  and  worn 

A  message  of  life  unto  friends  have  you  borne 

You  are  not  to  blame  nor  wasted  your  breath 

If  they  choose  the  dark  way  that  leads  unto  death; 

Though  none  into  waters  of  baptism  go 


14  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


An  agency  all  have  mortals  below, 
And  the  day  will  come  on  when  gladly  they'll  flee 
To  the  tops  of  the  mountains  where  Zion  is  free, 
With  the  Saints  they'll  delight  their  dwellings  to  be. 

Fear  not  for  the  Lord  is  with  those  that  love 
His  commandments  that  issue  from  His  just  abode, 
And  He  will  uphold  you  and  bring  you  with  joy 
To  the  tops  of  the  mountains  where  none  can  annoy. 
And  the  wicked  shall  fear  thee  and  they  shall  not  harm 
While  thou  art  among  them  to  preach  and  to  warn. 


AN  AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 


I  AM  very  old.  I  have  seen  sixteen  Summers,  and  not  many 
more  are  in  the  allotted  time  of  my  life,  and  so  before  I  bid 
this  mortal  life  farewell,  I  will  relate  my  experience,  my  hap- 
piness, and  my  sorrows,  that  ,ye  youthful  hearers  may  have 
some  little  pity,  on  some  poor  helpless  one,  that  it  may  be  your 
duty  to  take  care  of,  and  make  some  poor  creature  more  com- 
fortable, during  the  remainder  of  its  life.  I  recollect  when 
young  of  being  called  Rose,  and  considered  myself  a  great 
beauty,  as  red  and  white  predominated  in  my  complexion,  and 
my  eyes  were  large  and  dark.  My  home  was  under  a  large 
spreading  tree,  that  threw  its  shade  over  me,  and  shielded  mo 
from  the  burning  rays  of  a  Summer's  sun.  I  had  a  large  neck- 
lace around  my  neck,  and  was  carefully  kept  out  of  the  garden, 
lest  I  should  trample  the  lucerne,  eat  up  the  flowers,  break 
down  the  young  trees  and  vines,  and  commit  mischief  general- 
ly. So  every  morning,  noon  and  night,  I  had  my  breakfast,  din- 
ner and  supper  brought  to  me. 

After  a  while  I  was  deemed  large  enough  to  get  my  own  liv- 
ing and  so  one  day  I  was  unloosed  and  led  along  through  the 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  15 


streets  of  a  populous  town.     Oh,  how  I  longed  to  caper  and 
frisk  and  run  away!    But  that  I  was  forbidden  to  do.    At  last 
we  were  out  of  town,  and  on  and  on  we  went,  until  we  arrived 
at  a  beautiful  spring,  where  the  grass  grew  bright  and  green, 
and  there  the  man  that  had  charge  of  me  took  off  my  neck- 
;  lace  and  as  I  quietly  went  to  eating  my  dinner,  he  departed, 
|  leaving  me  alone.  I  enjoyed  myself  immensely  that  afternoon 
|  capering,  and  running,  eating  and  drinking,  until  the  sun  went 
I  down,  and  then  I  was  lonesome  indeed.     I  missed  my  little 
|  mistress  calling  Rose.  The  moon  came  out  bright  and  full,  the 
stars  twinkled  in  the  sky.    I  was  very  tired,  so  I  quit  rambling 
about,  laid  down  and  went  to  sleep.     One  day  went  after 
another.     I  grew  very  fast,  and  when  two  or  three  years  went 
i  by,  my  master  came  to  find  me,  and  take  me  home,  for  I  was 
beginning  to  be  of  use,  and  from  that  time  to  this  I  have  faith- 
fully served  those  whom  it  has  been  my  fortune  to  live  among, 
but  often  without  reward.  My  children  have  been  killed,  died 
or  been  sold,  until  there  are  none  left  to  cheer  my  old  age. 
Sometimes  I  have  been  beaten,  sometimes  I  have  suffered  for 
food  or  water,  from  heat  and  cold,  that  if  it  were  not  for  the 
consciousness  of  being  useful,  I  would  hardly  think  life  worth 
having.  I  have  furnished  the  materials  for  hundreds  of  pounds 
of  butter  and  cheese,  besides  a  healthful  article  of  diet  for 
children,  and  the  nicest  of  dishes,  but  all  of  which  I  never 
have  tasted.     Now  being  so  old  I  only  wait  to  make  my  will; 
and  as  I  only  have  my  body  to  dispose  of,  I  hereby  will  and 
bequeath  to  my  friends,  my  flesh,  that  I  want  eaten  fresh 
and  salted;  my  fat,  made  into  soap  and  candles;  my  hide  into 
shoes;  my  hair  to  stuff  cushions;  my  feet  to  make  glue;  and 
I  my  horns  to  make  combs;  and  this  is  the  will  of  a  useful  old 
cow. 


16  THE  ROSE   OF  DESERET. 


WHAT  A  WIFE  MIGHT  SAY. 


'  'NEVER  to  wait  and  listen  again, 

For  the  sound  of  his  coming  feet, 
Never  to  see  in  his  eyes  again 

The  look  that  I  used  to  meet, 
Never  to  hope,  or  love  again, 

Through  the  long,  long  years  to  be, 
And  this  is  the  bitter,  bitter  end, 

That  the  judge  would  give  to  me. 

''Lonely  and  sad  through  life  must  I  roam, 

For  my  husband  must  never  greet 
Wives  that  he  loves  in  his  tender  heart, 

Or  acknowledge  me  on  the  street; 
Must  pass  me  by  as  a  stranger  would, 

And  his  smile  is  not  for  me. 
If  he  heeds  the  words  of  the  learned  judge, 

And  with  Ms  decisions  agree. 

"Turned  from  his  door  without  a  sigh, 

Though  the  tears  from  my  eyes  fall  fast, 
Smothering  pity  within  his  heart, 

Forgetting  to  love  at  last; 
Recreant  to  vows  that  angels  saw 

Recorded  in  heaven  on  high, 
Because  the  stern  judge  decrees  it  to  be, 

Our  sad  lot  until  we  die. 

"Never  he'll  be  a  recreant  one, 
For  my  husband  is  true  and  good. 

Never  a  coward  to  slink  away, 
Because  of  a  judge's  mood. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  17 


Truth  he  will  hold,  and  his  wives  protect, 

Though  he  lie  in  a  felon's  cell, 
For  there's  One  on  high  will  bless  him  still, 

And  will  say,  'You  have  done  well!' '' 


TO  SISTER  ZINA  D.  H.  YOUNG. 


SISTER,  we  have  met  to  greet  thee, 
For  we  ever  love  to  meet  thee, 
And  we  feel  to  ever  bless  thee — 
With  our  love  we  now  address  thee. 

Sister  Zina's  kindly  greeting, 
Always  makes  a  happy  meeting, 
Thus  is  bound  our  hearts  unto  thee, 
Blessings  of  the  Lord  come  through  thee. 

In  these  latter  days  a  blessing 
Through  thy  hands,  the  Lord's  dispensing 
To  His  daughters  in  the  Temple, 
That  so  often  there  assemble. 

And  thy  voice  is  often  lifted — 
Thus  thy  words,  so  rare,  and  gifted, 
Fall  like  seeds  to  spring  to  flowers, 
In  the  sometime  coming  hours. 

Earthly  life  be  lengthened  for  thee — 
Crowns  of  glory  will  adorn  thee, 
When  this  life  has  past  so  fleeting 
And  thy  Father  thou  art  meeting. 


18  THE  ROSE   OF   DESERET. 


THE  LOST  CHILD. 


A  TRUE  INCIDENT  OF  ROCXY  MOUNTAIN  LIFE. 


THE  sun  had  set  behind  tlie  western  mountain,  that 
hemmed  in  the  narrow  canyon  where  a  few  families  dwelt. 

On  the  east,  another  chain  of  mountains  rose,  covered  with 
straight,  tall  pines,  to  their  base. 

Purple  and  golden  clouds,  floated  airily  over  head,  chang- 
ing their  glow  continually,  while  the  sweet  pure  blue  of  the 
east,  heralded  night,  by  the  faint  light  of  a  star. 

The  red  sky  dimmed,  the  clouds  turned  brown,  the  azure 
faded,  and  a  dull  dm ky  color  o'erspread  the  sky,  and  the  beau- 
tiful, glorious  pageant  of  sunset  faded  away.  The  stars  came 
out,  while  the  moon  hung  on  high,  shedding  her  enchanting 
light  o'er  rock,  tree,  field  and  home.  The  herds  of  cows  had 
come  home  and  were  quietly  being  milked,  peace  and  happi- 
ness marked  the  scene. 

The  hurry  of  a  horse's  feet  'were  heard,  and  a  rider  came  on 
faster  and  faster,  stopping  first  at  one  low  house,  and  then  at 
another,  giving  the  tidings  that  a  child  was  lost,  and  asking 
help  to  find  her.  At  noon  she  had  gone  with  her  brother  to 
herd  sheep;  he  had  left  her  on  a  point  of  the  mountain  while 
he  went  to  turn  the  sheep  that  wore  wandering  off— bidding 
her  stay  there  until  he  came  again.  After  some  delay  he 
came  back  to  the  place  where  he  had  left  his  sister,  but  she 
was  not  there.  In  dismay  he  sought  her,  loudly  he  called  her, 
the  hills  only  mockingly  answered  him.  His  heart  sank  within 
him,  as  he  realized  that  she  was  gone.  The  sheep  tracks 
obliterated  all  marks  of  her  tiny  footsteps,  and  searching  in 
vain  he  went  home  and  sought  help.  The  mother  hunted 
long  among  the  hills  but  found  her  not,  and  night  coming  on, 
a  rider  was  despatched  in  haste  down  the  beautiful  canyon  to 
rouse  the  neighbors,  for  it  was  feared  that  this  cold  night  of 


BY  EMILY   B.    SPENCER.  19 


September  would  chill  the  sweet  child  through,  and  morning 
would  find  her  dead. 

Mules  and  horses  were  saddled  in  haste,  overcoats  donned, 
and  out  into  the  niejht  rode  stout  young  men. 

All  interest  was  centered  in  the  lost  girl,  and  many  were 
the  prayers  offered  by  women  in  the  lonely  homes,  for  her 
welfare  and  safety. 

The  child  hunter  rode  swiftly  up  the  canyon,  the  mountains 
growing  lower  and  less  precipitous,  past  the  Three  Sisters, 
large  tall  trees  growing  almost  from  the  same  root,  on  and  on, 
for  five  miles,  until  they  reached  the  camp  of  sheep  shearers. 
Here  the  father  of  the  little  girl,  and  others  joined  them. 
They  proceeded  to  the  spot  where  the  little  one  was  left  on 
the  mountain,  to  search  for  her  tracks.  For  a  long  time  they 
looked  in  vain,  spreading  out  in  a  large  circle,  until  theyjwent 
beyond  the  tracks  of  the  sheep,  and  there  they  found  the  foot- 
steps of  the  child.  A  loud  halloo  proclaimed  the  fact,  and 
hope  was  all  alert;  for  now  they  were  sure  of  finding  her. 
Ever  keeping  the  little  foot- prints  before  them,  they  followed 
over  hills  and  through  hollows,  across  the  road,  under  trees, 
and  around  in  a  large  half  circle.  Behind  the  mountains  sank 
the  moon,  and  her  grateful  light  was  gone.  Lighting  great 
pine  torches,  the  glare  lit  up  the  ground,  and  the  light  of  the 
flames  lit  up  the  curious  cavalcade.  Some  were  on  horses, 
some  led  horses,  while  one  or  two  kept  in  advance,  creeping 
along  with  torches  close  to  the  ground  to  never  lose  sight  of 
the  marks  of  her  little  feet.  The  midnight  hour  was  past,  the 
cool  breeze  of  the  morning  swept  over  them — climbing  a  high 
rocky  hill  they  followed  sti1!,  until  the  footprints  were  lost  on 
a  large  smooth  rock.  Beyond  they  could  find  nothing,  and 
their  search  for  the  night  was  ended.  Making  a  roaring  fire, 
they  lay  down  on  the  tracks  and  awaited  daylight.  The  fire 
blazed  and  danced,  and  lit  up  the  wild  dark  scenery,  and 
bringing  the  unearthly  beautiful,  dark,  unreal  green  of  bush 
and  tree  in  fantastic  forms  to  view. 


20  THE  ROSE   OF   DESERET. 


Around  that  fire  gathered  the  group  of  tired  men.  The 
father  sober  and  thoughtful,  yet  hopeful,  knowing  that  day- 
light would  reveal  the  whereabouts  of  his  little  daughter, 
thinking  she  must  be  near.  Somewhere  she  was  asleep.  Poor 
tired  little  girl!  She  certainly  could  not  go  much  further. 
Would  morning  never  come?  Such  was  the  thought  of  the 
father. 

The  young  men  kept  awake  by  playing  pranks  on  each  other, 
poking  fun  at  the  sleepy  heads,  feeding  the  fire,  and  watching 
the  gray  light  of  approaching  morning  eager  to  be  on  the 
move.  Tardy  daylight  at  length  came.  An  impatient  young 
man  jumped  on  his  horse,  and  rode  to  the  top  of  the  Irgh 
hill,  and  over  its  brow  to  a  large  clump  of  oak  brush.  He 
slowly  rode  around  it,  and  was  about  turning  away  when  he 
caught  a  glimpse  of  a  red  shawl  and  a  little.hand  under  a  heap 
of  dry,  dead,  brown  oak  leaves. 

He  gave  a  great  cry  of  joy  which  waked  the  sleeping  child, 
who,  bewildered,  half  rose  from  her  leafy  bed,  in  which  she 
was  so  thickly  covered,  that  she  scarce  had  felt  the  chilly  air  of 
night. 

In  triumph  was  she  carried  to  her  father,  who  gladly  clasped 
his  child  to  his  bosom,  and  took  her  home  to  her  anxious 
mother;  gladly  rode  the  young  men  down  the  canyon  to  carry 
the  joyful  news,  thankful  that  their  successful  hunt  was  over. 


THE  MARTYRS. 


A  REQUIEM  for  the  dead,  the  middle  aged,  and  young, 

In  mournful  numbers — heartfelt  sorrow,  comes  from  many  a 

tongue; 

For  a  mob  in  Tennessee  has  slain  the  righteous  sons  of  Glod, 
And  think  by  this  fell  act  to  crush  the  influence  of  His  word. 


BY   EMILY   B.    SPENCER.  21 


The  blood  of  innocence  will  cry  for  vengeance  from  the  Lord, 
And  nothing  but  repentance  can  awful  judgments  Ward. 
Rouse  up,  ye  people  of  the  States,  that  think  this  is  a  crime, 
High  handed,  bru  al,  wicked,  no  palliation  find. 

The  Saints  are  calm;  the  time  will  come,  when  mobs  will  not 

molest, 

The  earth  from  wickedness  will  have  a  sweet  and  glorious  rest; 
When  peace,  and  righteousness  hold  sway,  and  every  heart  is 

pure,y 
And  many  blessings  they  receive  who  trials  have  endured. 

Effulgent  crowns  of  glory  to  martyrs  will  be  given, 
And  resurrected  beings  will  make  of  earth  a  heaven; 
Our  Father  will  be  here  and  angel  choirs  will  sing, 
The  praises  of  the  Lord  our  God,  and  hail  Him  as  a  King. 


SHELLS  OF  THE  OCEAN. 


SHELLS  of  the  ocean,  beautiful  shells, 
Homes  of  the  living  that  cosily  dwells 
In  your  bright  cavities  glistening  and  warm, 
Shining  like  gold  while  rainbows  adorn 
Inside  and  outside  ©f  each  little  house, 
Storms  do  not  enter  though  often  aroused. 

Shells  of  the  ocean  how  varied  in  hue 
That  the  bright  waves  bring  forth  to  our  view; 
Many  in  form  each  species  distinct, 
Still  with  each  other  is  always  a  link; 
Tiniest,  brightest  and  largest  together 
Lineth  the  beaches  like  some  fairy  favor. 


THE  ROSE  OF   DESERET. 


A  TOKEN  OF  AFFECTION. 

Composed  to  be  presented  by  a  friend  to  Sister  Eliza 
R.  Snow  Smith. 


A  TOKEN  of  my  friendship  I  proffer  unto  thee, 

And  hope  that  many  birthdays,  thou  may'st  happy  see, 

0,  oft  I  pray  my  Father  to  bless  this  dearest  friend, 

And  may  our  friendship  ever  be,  when  time  itself  shall  end. 

0,  sweet  the  days  that  come  and  go  while  thou  art  staying 

here, 

A  very  blessing  seems  to  come,  where'er  thou  dost  appear; 
And  when  this  life  is  ended,  and  thou  art  happy  there 
And  I  have  joined  the  joyous  throng,  may  I  thy  friendship 

share. 


MOONLIGHT  IN  THE  MOUNTAINS. 


THE  shadows  have  crept  over  fields  oi  green  oats  previous 
to  the  sun  descending  behind  the  western  hill,  that  is  more 
properly  a  mountain. 

The  shadow  creeps,  first  over  the  house  that  nestles  against 
it.  then  descends  across  the  road,  behind  the  stately  dark  pine 
trees,  across  the  fields  of  grain,  waving  and  rippling  in  the 
breeze.  Past  the  beautiful  rockery,  up  the  mountains  oppo- 
site, darkening  the  pines  and  meeting  the  pure,  clear  blue  of 
the  eastern  sky  upon  which  the  sun  still  shines  and  gilds  the 
clouds  and  paints  them  in  most  lovely  tints.  One  by  one  the 
changeable  tints  of  the  sky  fade,  and  the  round  full  moon  rises 
slowly  behind  the  darkling  pines,  and  floods  the  canyon  with 
its  soft  and  mellow  light. 


BY  EMILY   B.    SPENCER.  23 


WELCOME  TO  A  BROTHER. 


WELCOME,  brother!  welcome  home! 
Glad  are  we  that  you  have  come. 
Glad  to  hear  your  voice  again, 
Glad  that  you  have  crossed  the  plains; 
You  are  safely  here  at  home, 
Pleased  that  now  your  roam  ing's  done, 
Blessing  by  your  presence  here, 
Those  that  to  your  heart  are  dear. 

Welcome,  brother!  welcome  home! 
We  have  waited  for  you  long, 
Waited  while  you  preached  the  truth, 
In  the  days  of  lovely  youth, 
Trying  to  dispel  the  gloom, 
Thickly  hanging  clouds  of  doom, 
O'er  the  world,  they'll  break  too  soon, 
In  our  mountain  home  have  we 
Waited,  watched  and  prayed  for  thee. 


SISTER. 


SISTER,  we  have  met  thee  here, 

In  joy,  and  love,  and  pleasant  peace, 

And  as  the  years  fly  swiftly  by, 

Thy  blessings,  may  they  still  increase. 


24  THE  ROSE   OF  DESERET. 


CHUNK  OF  ICE. 


Enter  a  man  with  ice.     Scene  in  the  West  Indies. 

What  a  nice  chunk  of  ice!     Such  rare  good  luck!     A  whole 
cargo  just  arrived,  and  everyone's  eager  for  ice.     I  hope  Bet 
will  take  good  care  of  it  so  that  for  once  I  can  have  good  but- 
ter for  dinner.     I've  seen  nothing  but  oil  lately.  Here,  Bet! 
Bet!  (Bet  enters.) 

Yes,  massa. 

Bet,  take  this  chunk  of  ice,  ice,  I  say,  take  good  care  of  it, 
and  have  it  on  the  table  for  dinner. 

Yes,  massa.  (Master  exit.) 

(Bet  examining  it)  Chunk  of  ice!  What  stuff  is  this?  Why, 
how  it  feels!  It  makes  my  fingers  ache.  I'll  smell  it;  it  don't 
smell  at  all.  I'll  taste  it;  what  fnnny  stuff.  'Taint  sweet, 
'taint  sour,  'taint  bitter  nuther.  I  can't  describe  my  feelin's. 
It's  not  gum,  nor  pine-apple,  nor  orange.  How  I'll  cook  it? 
Fry  it,  bake  it,  roast  it,  or  bile  it.  Its  purty  near  dinner 
time  and  this  hickerty  thing's  not  cooked.  I'll  bile  it.  So 
here  goes.  Thank  my  stars  the  water  was  bilin'!  Reckon  it 
will  be  done  in  time  yet.  Like  to  please  massa  he's  so  kind 
and  good  and  he  knows  well  'nuff  Bet  takes  care  of  what  he 
brings  to  this  'ere  house.  But  sich  stuff!  Hope  it  a'int 
tough  and  stringy.  (Sets  the  table)  Wonder  if  it's  done!  Hope 
it  is.  (goes  and  looks  in  the  pot)  Gracious  me!  Snakes  and 
ginger-bread.  What  will  massa  say!  Can't  find  a  bit  of  it. 
Its  an  old  fetich;  its  witched;  we'll  all  die!  I  wish  I'd  never 
touched  it!  I'll  die!  I'll  die! 


TWILIGHT'S  FADING. 


WHEN  the  twilight's  fading 
Into  dusky  night, 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  25 


Then  of  thee  I'm  thinking, 
Of  thy  eyes  so  bright. 

When  the  firelight's  glowing 
With  its  ruddy  light, 

Then  the  one  I'm  missing 
Blesses  not  my  sight. 

When  the  stars  are  shining 

In  the  azure  height, 
Then  of  thee  I'm  thinking, 

And  of  time's  swift  flight. 

Sometimes  comes  thy  footstep, 

And  a  sudden  glow, 
As  of  brightest  sunshine, 

Round  thee  seems  to  flow. 


THE  MODERN  BKRO. 


READING  Carlyle's  "Hero  as  Divinity,"  started  the  train  of 
thought  about  the  modern  hero.  All  nations,  all  people  have 
a  portion  of  divinity  within  them.  Children  of  the  heavenly 
Father;  how  can  it  be  otherwise?  No  matter  how  dense  the 
darkness  that  enshrouds  them,  they  seek  for  something  to  wor- 
ship, to  look  up  to,  to  aid  them  to  ward  off  evil,  and  to  bring 
them  good.  A  higher  power  than  theirs  is  sought  blindly  but 
devoutly.  The  traditions  of  the  ancient  fathers  came  down 
through  centuries,  mingled  with  obscurity;  and  that  probably 
constituted  the  gods  of  the  ancient  Norsemen.  The  evil  one 
was  abroad,  falsehood  was  mingled  with  truth.  Anything  to 
lead  the  minds  of  the  children  of  men  from  the  truth;  any- 


26  THE  ROSE   OF  DESERET. 


thing  to  satisfy  the  inherent  longing  for  a  higher  life,  save  the 
eternal  truths  of  heaven.  The  priesthood  was  driven  from  the 
earth.  Idolatry  and  false  forms  of  religion  held  sway.  Dark- 
ness swept  over  the  earth.  Popery  and  Paganism  rose, 
advanced  and  partially  declined.  From  Popery  sprang  her 
many  daughters,  the  Protestant  churches. 

There  was  no  divine  hero  upon  the  earth.  None  sent  from 
the  heavens  to  proclaim  the  everlasting  truth.  No  ambassador 
from  on  high,  for  heretofore  every  ambassador,  even  to  the 
Son  of  God,  had  been  destroyed,  translated  or  driven  to  the 
uttermost  parts  of  the  earth. 

The  time  had  come  for  a  new  era.  Blest,  ordained  and  set 
apart  for  his  high  mission,  Joseph  was  sent  unto  the  earth. 
As  a  babe  he  began  his  earthly  life;  angels  watched  over  their 
precious  charge.  While  still  a  boy  the  Lord  and  his  Son, 
Jesus  Christ,  appeared  to  him  and  unfolded  the  truth  from 
heaven.  "Hear  ye  Him,"  said  the  Father,  and  the  Son  pro- 
claimed the  truth.  Then  beamed  light  upon  the  darkness  of 
the  world — light  that  was  destined  to  dispel  it — to  revolution- 
ize the  theories  of  man-made'religion;  to  bring  life  again,  eter- 
nal life,  to  the  hungry  children  of  the  Father,  dwelling  in 
shadows  and  fanciful  forms. 

This  is  a  hero  to  be  proud  of;  who  withstood  persecution; 
who  manfully  maintained  the  right  against  the  wrong;  who 
abne,  in  his  youth,  unaided  by  mortal  man,  maintained  his 
integrity.  The  hosts  of  heaven  watched,  aye,  and  guarded 
him  too.  Sorely  was  he  tested,  but  he  shone  forth  as  pure 
gold;  he  began  a  new  era  of  light  and  life  to  mankind, 
the  brethren  and  the  sisters,  children  of  the  same  Father  he 
had  lived  with  before  he  came  to  this  world,  before  he  des- 
cended from  the  courts  of  heaven. 

This  hero  came,  Joseph  was  his  name.  His  life  testified  of 
his  heroism;  a  struggle  continually  with  the  powers  of  dark- 
ness that  tried  to  overwhelm  him  but  could  not.  Through 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  27 


trial  and  persecution  Joseph  led  the  chosen  people  gathered 
from  many  nations.  What  is  life  to  him  but  sorrow  and  glad- 
ness. Sorrow  when  wickedness  triumphed,  and  gladness  for 
the  power  given  in  the  last  days  over  the  evil  one. 

After  a  life  of  self-denial,  of  good  wishes,  of  miracles,  of 
hope,  of  troubles  innumerable  from  the  hands  of  wicked  men; 
of  privations,  of  imprisonment,  falsely  accused,  this  great  hero, 
this  wonderful  man,  this  son  of  the  Father  was  martyred;  laid 
down  his  life,  and  sealed  his  testimony  with  his  blood,  which 
has  never  been  effaced  from  the  prison  floor.  It  is  a  strong 
testimony  of  the  innocence  of  the  martyred  modern  heroes, 
Joseph  Smith  and  his  brother  Hyrum. 


THE  TWO  LESSONS. 


From  the  experience  of  Brother  Staines  as  I  heard  him 
relate  it. 


WHEN  I  was  young  I  entered  the  Church  aad'shortly  after 
was  called  upon  by  an  elder  to  go  and  administer  to  a  brother 
that  was  possessed  by  devils.  We  went  and  as  we  entered  the 
house  we  found  that  it  was  a  grinning  devil  that  he  had.  He 
grinned  at  us  and  told  us  to  be  seated  and  said:  tlYou  have 
come  in  the  name  of  Jesus,"  and  speaking  to  the  elders  said, 
"I  know  you.  You  came  from  Nauvoo,  and  you  are  building 
a  temple  there.  You  are  gaining  power  but  so  are  we  gaining 
power. ' ' 

We  administered  to  the  brother  and  rebuked  the  devil  and 
as  he  was  leaving  he  roared  so  that  I  felt  frightened.  He 
said,  "Yes  we  will  leave  now  but  we  will  come  back  again." 

At  another  time  we  were  called  upon  to  cast  out  an  evil 
spirit  and  a  young  man  wished  to  accompany  us  and  wished  to 
be  mouth  in  the  administration.  He  had  his  wish  and  after 


28  THE  ROSE   OF  DESERET. 


the  evil  spirit  had  gone  out  from  the  man,  the  afflicted  brother 
lay  down  on  a  lounge.  This  young  man  was  by  the  side  of 
the  lounge  and  asked  the  brother  how  he  felt  now  and  was 
answered: 

4 'I  feel  better." 

"There,"  said  he,  "I  told  you  so;  I  knew  if  I  rebuked  the 
evil  spirit  it  would  leave  and  I  would  have  power  over  it." 

In  an  instant  the  evil  spirit  was  in  the  man.  He  jumped 
and  hit  the  young  elder  such  a  blow  in  the  stomach  that  it  sent 
him  with  great  force  across  the  room  and  against  the  wall. 
Then  we  had  to  rebuke  the  evil  spirit  again  and  a  much  older 
and  humbler  elder  rebuked  the  evil  spirit  in  the  name  of 
Jesus  and  he  fled. 

This  taught  me  a  lesson  not  to  boast  but  give  the  glory  to 
God. 

At  another  time  I  was  called  in  to  administer  alone  to  a 
man  who  had  the  ague. 

He  was  shaking  with  a  hard  chill.  I  administered  to  him 
and  went  across  the  room  and  sat  down. 

I  felt  curious  and  asked  the  brother  how  he  felt. 

"0,"  said  he,  "I  am  all  right."  "Well,"  said  I,  "I've  got 
the  chill,"  and  I  shcok  for  ten  or  fifteen  minutes  as  hard  as 
he  had  done.  I  wanted  him  to  administer  to  me,  but  he  said: 
"No.  I  have  had  the  chills  for  three  weeks  and  don't  want 
them  any  more." 

I  prayed  for  myself  and  it  finally  left  me. 

This  taught  me  lesson  second.  Never  to  go  and  administer 
alone  if  it  could  be  avoided. 


FOR  ELLEN. 


BEAUTIFUL  was  the  morn  of  May. 
As  rose  the  sun  upon  that  day, 


BY  EMILY   B.    SPENCER.  29 

My  cheeks  were  pale,  tears  died  away, 
But  grief  within  my  heart  held  sway, 
For  dying  then,  my  dearest  lay. 

Before  that  time  I  knew  that  death, 
Would  still  the  heaving  of  his  breast; 
I  knew  ere  long  that  he  would  be, 
An  inmate  of  eternity. 
My  tears  then  fell  like  April  rain, 
As  I  sensed  this  again,  again. 

But  when  he  on  his  death  bed  lay, 
And  1  to  tears  again  gave  way, 
He  looked  at  me,  my  tears  were  gone, 
Although  my  heart  with  grief  was  torn, 
And  once  it  turned,  in  anguish  deep, 
With  grief's  foreknowledge  it  was  steeped. 

But  when  at  length  his  breath  had  ceased, 
My  tears  were  never  more  released, 
But  in  their  founts  were  sealed  away, 
As  I  gazed  on  the  lifeless  clay. 

My  dearest  one,  my  prop  was  gone, 

And  helpless  I  was  left  alone, 

So  weak  and  sick,  so  long  had  been, 

A  burden  to  my  friends  in  pain, 

My  life  had  passed,  but  now  a  woe, 

Indeed  had  fallen  on  me  so. 

He  whom  I  loved,  my  loved  was  gone, 

How  would  I,  could  I  get  along? 

So  gentle,  kind  and  humble,  too, 

His  virtues  many,  not  a  few. 

Where  is  he  now?    Where  Saints  reside; 


30  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


True  principles  are  still  his  pride. 
Blest  spirits  dwell  in  love  and  light, 
Clothed  there  in  robes  of  purest  white, 

'Tis  there  my  dear  one  lives,  and  he 
In  joyous  throngs,  yet  thinks  of  me, 
And  joy  my  heart  has  filled  again, 
And  fled  are  hours  of  aching  pain, 
And  I  enjoy  my  labors  here, 
Within  the  temple  of  our  God, 
Whose  name  I  love,  and  I  revere. 


MATIE. 


WHAT  is  home  without  our  Made, 

He's  a  precious  joy  of  life, 
Now  no  longer  thou  wilt  wander 

'Mid  a  mobocratic  strife. 
Bless  our  Made,  darling  brother, 

Now  we  welcome  thee  at  home. 

Many  trials  thou  hast  tasted, 
In  the  blooming  southern  land, 

But  the  holy  spirit  brightened, 
Prospects  for  that  faithful  band. 

Now  no  longer  thou  wilt  roam, 
Glad  we  welcome  thee  at  home. 

Those  unto  the  gospel  strangers, 
Were  the  ones  that  thou  didst  teach, 

Never  minding  toils  or  dangers, 
That  the  gospel  thou  might  preach. 


BY  EMILY  B.  SPENCER.  31 

Welcome  to  our  mountain  home, 
Now  no  longer  wilt  thou  roam. 

Around  our  family  altar  gathers 

Now  with  us  our  Matie  dear, 
Fond  affection  here  forever, 

Shineth  where  there's  none  to  fear. 
Welcome  to  our  mountain  home; 

In  the  states  no  longer  roam. 

Welcome  home,  our  precious  Matie, 

All  rejoice  to  see  thee  here, 
May  the  Lord  forever  bless  thee, 

Trusting  in  His  love  and  care. 
Joy  is  for  the  Pilgrim  lone; 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome  home. 


SOMETHING  TO  CLING  TO. 


THE  heart  must  have  something  to  cling  to, 

Or  affection  would  wither  away, 
And  the  setting  of  life  would  be  gloomy, 

And  cheerless  the  closing  of  day; 
But  when  heart  unto  heart  is  sweet  speaking, 

And  the  warmth  of  affection's  within, 
The  fires  of  our  lives  will  burn  brighter, 

And  never  go  out  or  grow  dim. 

Then  perish  the  thought  of  seclusion. 

For  ourselves  we  are  living  alone, 
There  are  others  on  earth  here  beside  us, 

That  we  loved  in  our  heavenly  home. 


32  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 

To  each  of  our  brothers  and  sisters, 
We'll  do  all  the  good  that  we  can, 

Nor  miserly  hold  our  affections, 
And  coldly  place  on  them  a  ban. 


THE  SHADOWY  PROMISE. 


A  SHADOW  of  a  promise,  is  ever  haunting  me, 
For  it  seems  as  if  I've  given  a  promise  unto  thee, 
And  yet  comes  so  faintly,  like  a  far-off  music  strain, 
I  cannot  catch  the  words  I  said,  or  call  it  back  again. 

I  see  the  snowy  paper,  and  wonder  what  the  theme, 

That  I  have  promised  there  to  write,  'tis  like  a  shad- 
owy dream, 

That  almost  comes  to  memory,  but  yet  eludes  the 
thought. 

And  that  recedes  so  swiftly,  as  soon  as  it  is  sought. 


TRUTH. 


TRUTH  is  a  gem  of  lustre  bright; 

And  all  that  wish  can  find  it: 
So  precious  is  it  when  'tis  found, 

On  hearts  the  love  to  bind  it. 

Sweet,  sweet  gem,  descended  from  the  sky 

To  earthly  mortals  given, 
If  sought,  is  found,  and  shining  bright, 

Will  light  their  way  to  heaven. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  33 


THE  FIERY  DRAGON. 


A  LOWLY  child  of  heavenly  birth  smiled  in  its  innocence 
and  purity.  Truth  dwelt  in  its  heart  and  many  loved  it;  but 
as  it  grew  and  increased  in  strength  and  power,  the  majority 
hated  it;  and  sent  a  fiery  red  dragon  to  destroy  it.  Angels 
guarded  it,  and  God  Himself  had  foretold  that  it  should  not 
be  destroyed.  In  vain  the  fiery  dragon  tried  to  swallow  the 
child,  for  every  attempt  was  foiled,  and  the  object  of  his 
wrath  fled  to  the  borders  of  civilization,  hoping  to  secure  a 
safe  retreat.  For  awhile  the  serene  maiden  Peace  waited  upon 
it,  but  the  dragon  followed,  drove  Peace  away,  and  tried 
again  to  swallow  her  precious  charge.  God  and  His 
angels  came  to  the  rescue.  Once  more  the  bloody  monster 
was  baffled.  The  child  fled  to  the  margin  of  a  wide  and 
placid  river,  and  found  a  resting  place.  Peace  came  again 
with  her  blessings,  and  prosperity  attended  her  footsteps. 
The  growth  of  the  child  was  fast.  Not  many  years  passed 
away  ere  his  bitter  enemies  sought  to  put  him  to  death. 
With  cries  of  treason  they  sent  the  dragon  to  find  him. 
Again  the  child  of  truth  was  sought  and  rushed  upon  fiercely 
— his  friends  murdered  and  again  he  fled;  fled  to  the  fast- 
nesses of  the  mountains,  where  none  but  Indians  roamed  the 
desolate  hills — the  wolf  sought  his  prey,  and  the  parched 
earth  called  for  water.  Under  the  guidance  of  his  hand, 
gardens  and  farms,  villages  and  towns,  cities  and  hamlets, 
sprang  up  as  if  by  magic.  The  Indians  became  more  civi- 
lized, flowers  lifted  up  their  heads  and  breathed  delicious 
perfume.  Industries  of  every  description  were  fostered  and 
the  mountains  rang  with  the  echoes  of  joy.  Peace  settled 
with  him.  The  very  atmosphere  spoke  of  her  presence. 
Grown  to  manhood  was  the  child,  lovely  as  ever,  wise  and 
strong.  His  enemies  are  maddened  and  with  cries  of  fur- 


34  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


ious  rage  send  their  messenger,  the  dragon,  to  swallow  him 
up.  The  throat  of  the  dragon  is  too  small.  He  will  choke 
himself  before  he  can  accomplish  the  deed,  and  persecution 
will  bs  glad  to  hide  himself  in  dismay,  while  the  Church  of 
Jesus  Christ  of  Latter-day  Saints  will  continue  to  increase 
in  strength  and  power.  The  heaven  above  is  blessing  it; 
invisible  angels  are  around  it,  the  Lord  himself  smiles  upon 
it,  a  ad  what  is  there  to  fear? 


NO  IMAGINARY  GOD  FOR  ME. 


SHALL  we  pray  to  something  airy, 

Dwelling  'yond  both  time  and  space. 
Body,  parts  and  passions  minus, 

Ears  it  has  not,  eyes,  or  face? 
Nothing  tangible  or  certain, 

Something  none  can  comprehend, 
Boundless  and  invisible, 

Dwelling  in  each  heart  a  friend? 

Such  a  god  I  do  not  pray  to, 

Such  a  god  could  hear  me  not, 
Such  a  god  is  merest  nothing, 

But  I  have  a  better  lot. 
For  I  know  the  God  I  pray  to, 

Hears  me  when  I  call  on  Him, 
And  He  answers  prayers  I  utter, 

Times  He  has,  and  times  again. 

He  can  feel  for  sorrowing  ones, 
Has  compassion  on  us  here. 

He's  the  Father  of  our  spirits, 
And  to  Him  we  all  are  dear. 


BY   EMILY   B.    SPENCER.  35 


He  has  sent  our  spirits  hither, 
To  this  world  of  pain  and  care, 

That  for  future  exaltation, 

We  can  here  our  souls  prepare. 

Near  to  Him  in  sweet  communion 

I  can  draw  and  feel  that  He 
Will  not  slight  my  short  petition, 

For  an  answer  comes  to  me. 
Glorious  brightness  is  around  Him, 

In  a  world  of  brilliant  light, 
He  is  no  ethereal  nothing, 

But  a  body  dressed  in  white. 

He  has  ears  to  hear  His  children, 

He  has  eyes  to  see  them  too, 
He  has  feet  to  bear  Him  on  ward  5 

Hands  to  help  the  good  and  true. 
Kind  and  good  and  loving  Father, 

Wishing  all  His  children  here, 
Would  obey  His  just  commandments, 

To  again  see  Him  prepare. 


TIREDNESS  AND  RESTING. 


How  many,  both  men  and  women,  work  long  after  they 
are  tired,  and  day  after  day,  never  feeling  rested. 

When  this  feeling  of  tiredness  exists  life  is  a  drag,  for 
every  step  taken  adds  but  to  the  weariness  of  the  body. 

The  spirit  alone  urges  the  tired  body  to  go  forward  and 
perform  more  and  more,  until  the  body  is  worn  out  and  sinks 
into  the  grave  to  rest. 

What  would  prevent  it?  Rest  in  this  mortal  state.  Rest! 
Rest!!  Rest!!! 


36  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


A  HEROINE  OF  THE  BATTALION. 


BLUE-EYED,  brown-haired  Ruth  sat  alone  with  her  little 
girl  by  her  side.  The  child  was  sobbing  bitterly  for  her 
father.  Her  dear,  precious  father  had  gone.  He  had 
enlisted  in  the  Mormon  Battalion,  at  the  demand  of  his 
country,  a  cruel  call,  but  one  that  must  be  obeyed.  Though 
Ruth  had  said,  "Gro,  God  bless  you,"  and  parted  without  a 
tear,  now  they  rolled  unbidden  down  her  cheeks.  He 
should  never  know  that  she  shed  a  tear,  she  thought. 
Brave  was  her  heart  though  forlorn  her  situation.  One 
little  room  of  rude  logs  hastily  rolled  up,  a  roof  of  shakes 
overhead,  no  floor,  no  window  and  no  door — this  room  com- 
prised her  home.  Enough  flour  and  meat  to  last  a  week,  her 
only  stock  of  provisions. 

She  was  left  in  the  camp  of  Pisgah  which  was  situated  on 
a  sideling  hill.  Its  situation  seemed  healthy,  but  through 
the  previous  suffering  of  the  Saints  became  a  grave  for 
many. 

Six  weeks  went  by  and  she  removed  to  Winter  Quarters. 
There  she  received  forty- two  dollars  from  her  husband,  who 
had  sent  the  money  to  her  that  it  was  expected  he  would 
lay  out  in  clothes.  With  nine  dollars  she  hired  a  rude, 
but  comfortable,  house  put  up,  sent  to  Missouri  for  provis- 
ions, and  felt  happy. 

Here  a  baby  girl  blessed  her  home  and  with  her  two 
children  she  lived  with  Sister  Dr.  Lane  working  for  the 
board  of  herself  and  children,  thereby  saving  the  remainder 
of  her  money. 

A  few  months  after  she  bought  a  cow  for  seven  dollars,  as 
cows  were  cheap  then. 

Eighteen  months  after  a  brother  rode  up  and  asked  her  to 
come  to  his  wife's.  She  demurred  as  she  was  expecting 
her  husband  home.  "O  you  must  come,"  he  said  "my 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  37 


wife  can't  do  without  you."  "Well,  if  she  is  sick,  I  will 
go. ' '  And  from  what  was  said,  inferring  that  she  was  sick, 
she  went  over.  What  was  her  surprise  on  arriving  at  the 
house  to  find  the  lady  well,  and  shortly  after,  while  her  babe 
was  standing  by  her  side,  in  walked  her  husband  who  had 
just  arrived  from  his  overland  trip.  Gaunt  and  ragged, 
almost  worn  out  with  privation  and  fatigue  he  stood  before 
her;  a  buifalo  robe  wrong  side  out  wrapped  around  him  and 
wearing  a  broad-brimmed  Panama  hat  with  elk  skin  hanging 
around  it,  the  hair  side  in,  to  keep  the  cold  from  his  ears 
and  from  his  bronzed  and  bearded  face.  It  was  the  loved 
husband  and  father,  and  joy  was  in  her  heart,  while  his 
blue-eyed  daughter,  Parintha  Olive  sprang  into  his  arms 
and  kissed  him,  and  the  babe  threw  her  little  arms  around 
his  neck  and  cried  and  had  to  be  coaxed  to  believe  in  a  papa. 
A  dollar  that  he  had  sent  was  worn  around  her  neck. 

The  evening  was  spent  in  conversing  with  friends  and  the 
returned  one  sang  songs  of  the  soldier  camp-fires. 


THE  UNSUCCESSFUL  TRIP. 


MANY  years  ago  a  party  of  "Mormon"  boys  started  from 
Fillrnore  to  carry  barley  to  Ruby  Valley.  The  snow  was  deep, 
they  lo^t  their  way.  Some  wanted  to  leave  their  loads  and  cache 
them  in  the  snow  and  push  on,  while  others  opposed  the  plan. 
They  finally  went  on,  feeding  the  grain  to  the  teams,  as  noth- 
ing else  was  in  their  reach  to  feed  them,  as  the  bunch-grass, 
sage-brush  and  grease- wood  were  covered  by  the  deep  fall  of 
snow. 

They  traveled  on  daytimes,  and  turned  the  horses  loose  at 
night  to  browse  upon  the  tops  of  the  cedars  that  just 
appeared  above  the  snow. 


38  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


One  day  they  saw  a  spring  below  them  in  a  valley. 

How  were  they  to  descend  the  steep  cliff  to  it  was  the  ques- 
tion. But  by  letting  the  wagons  down  to  it  by  ropes  they 
descended  safely,  and  turned  their  animals  out  to  graze  upon 
the  grass  that  grew  on  the  bare  hill  side.  From  this  place  they 
knew  the  way,  and  at  last  reached  the  station  in  Ruby  Valley. 
The  grain  they  had  started  with  had  disappeared  among  the 
hungry  horses,  and  only  three  hundred  pounds  were  left  to 
each  wagon  to  sell,  therefore  profits  there  were  none,  provis- 
ions high,  and  a  long  trip  to  make  to  reach  home. 

For  three  days  they  had  eaten  nothing  but  raw  barley. 
They  told  the  station  master  their  situation.  He  commenced 
to  cook,  and  putting  a  little  on  the  table  told  them  to  eat. 
The  victuals  disappeared  magically  as  the  hungry  travelers 
sat  around  the  table.  The  station  master  gave  them  some 
more.  That  went  the  same  way.  After  giving  them  little  by 
little  for  two  or  three  hours,  he  finally  placed  plenty  of  victuals 
on  the  table,  and  told  them  to  help  themselves  which  they 
did. 

When  they  came  to  settle  with  him  he  charged  them  noth- 
ing and  buying  flour  and  provisions  of  him  they  went  away. 
After  leaving  him  they  came  to  a  hotel,  and  each  giving  two 
dollars  and  a  half  apiece,  they  went  in,  and  sat  down  to  a 
sumptuous  dinner,  and  ate  to  their  hearts'  content. 

They  started  home,  one  of  the  company  who  had  one 
hundred  dollars  that  he  had  received  for  a  load  of  cheese 
bought  one  hundred  pounds  of  flour  for  the  whole,  saying 
they  could  pay  him  when  they  reached  home.  Generous 
fellow! 

One  night  while  going  along  after  dark,  two  horses  that 
were  tied  to  the  back  of  the  wagon  were  stolen.  The  thief 
rode  up,  cut  the  rope  and  quietly  drove  them  off. 

No  use  hunting  them  then.  They  got  to  a  station  and  by 
daybreak  the  boy  that  lost  them  was  up,  and  with  two  bis- 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER,  39 


cults  in  his  pocket  started  to  track  them.  He  found  where 
the  thief  had  come  up  and  where  the  tracks  led  off. 

The  footprints  in  the  snow  were  easily  followed.  He 
tracked  them  all  day  and  at  night  wrapped  up  in  his  blankets 
lay  down  to  sleep  on  the  tracks.  As  soon  as  daylight 
came  he  was  up  and  off.  About  fifteen  miles  on  in  the 
desert  he  faintly  saw  the  thief  and  the  horses.  Groing  as  fast 
as  his  tired  horse  would  carry  him  he  rode  on,  and  soon 
could  distinctly  see  it  was  the  stolen  horses. 

Now  for  a  ruse.  He  had  not  been  seen.  So  pulling  his 
blanket  over  his  head  and  playing  Indian,  he  grasped  his 
revolvers  and  riding  at  full  speed  commenced  shooting. 
This  had  the  desired  effect.  The  coward  ran  away — the  boy 
gave  chase. 

When  he  had  driven  him  to  a  little  hill  he  stopped  to  load, 
and  to  try  to  get  one  of  the  other  horses  to  ride,  but  seeing 
the  thief  coming  back  he  jumped  into  the  saddle  and  spur- 
ring towards  him  commenced  firing  as  before.  The  coward 
again  ran  away.  The  second  attempt  was  a  success.  The 
saddle  was  on  the  back  of  one  of  the  other  horses.  He 
jumped  on  the  horse,  and  after  racing  the  thief  for  a  ways 
rode  off  unmolested  with  the  horses,  tracking  himself  back 
by  the  tracks  made  by  coming. 

The  next  morning  he  met  some  of  the  company  who  had 
come  out  to  meet  him. 

By  this  bold  feat  he  had  recovered  his  step-father's  horses 
and  could  go  on  feeling  well.  With  no  more  adventures 
all  reached  home  safe  and  sound. 


40  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


TO  BRETHREN  IN  PRISON. 


ALL  praise  to  the  noble  brethren, 

That  dared  face  a  frowning  wall, 
Ere  scatter  their  wives  and  their  children 

To  nevermore  own  them  at  all. 
Though  the  dress  of  the  convict  be  on  them, 

And  the  cut  of  the  convict  be  there, 
Their  hearts  to  their  wives  are  still  loyal, 

And  for  principle,  all  will  they  dare. 

Then  praise  to  imprisoned  brethren, 

Peace  and  comfort,  be  given  to  them, 
Their  hearts  for  this  step  feel  not  sorrow, 

Their  cheeks  will  blush  not  with  shame. 
For  still  for  the  truth  they  are  steadfast, 

For  principle,  are  they  within 
The  walls  of  the  "Pen"  that  close  round  them- 

They,  crowns,  for  their  trials,  will  win. 


THE  GLORIOUS  FUTURE. 


"GLORIOUS  the  future  rising  o-'er  us, 

Blessed  the  era  drawing  nigh, 
Then  join  heart  and  hand,"  and  united  be  a  band, 

That  ne'er  will  cower,  turn  and  fly. 

Precious  the  promise  to  the  faithful, 

Glorious  crowns  they  all  shall  wear, 
If  they  steadfast  live,  at  the  goal  they  will  arrive, 

When  Christ  with  angels  shall  appear. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  41 


Darkly  the  clouds  are  hanging  o'er  us, 

Lower  and  lower  do  they  sweep, 
But  when  they  appear,  as  a  dread  object  of  fear, 

Then  let  the  faithful  covenants  keep. 

Clouds  may  o'ershadow  the  sky  that's^o'er  us, 
They  will  not  hurt  the  tried  and  true, 

For  they'll  roll  away,  and  the  light  of  brightest  day, 
Will  shine  on  all  the  faithful  few. 


THE  CHILD. 


A  LITTLE  child  with  artless  grace, 
Looked  up  into  her  mother's  face, 
O'ershadowed  with  a  widow's  lace, 
And  asked  to  go  to  hear  them  preach, 
Who  could  the  blessed  gospel  teach, 
Who  knew  the  way  and  had  the  power, 
To  point  to  heaven  in  that  hour. 

They  went,  the  little  heart  was  glad, 
Her  mother  was  not  quite  so  sad, 
For  then-  the  gospel's  truth  like  dew, 
Refreshed  their  hearts,  gave  feelings  new, 
And  with  their  words,  the  spirit  bore 
A  record  never  felt  before. 
The  sacrament  was  pased  around, 
Then  Alice's  heart  was  strangely  glad, 
I  must  partake,  eat  of  the  bread, 
The  water  drink,  aloud  she  said; 
Reached  out  her  tiny  hand  and  took, 
Nor  heeded  mother's  warning  look, 
And  ate,  and  felt  that  this  was  right, 
Her  little  heart  was  beating  light. 


42  THE  ROSE   OF  DESERET. 


This  faith,  repentance,  baptism  then, 
The  truth  restored  to  earth  again, 

By  angel  hands,  'twas  this  she  heard, 
And  she  believed  each  blessed  word; 

And  when  the  benediction  came, 
They  felt  that  there  was  none  to  blame 

In  what  they  heard.    They  homeward  went, 
Each  musing  in  sweet  wonderment. 

Then  Alice  broke  the  silence  there, 
"0,  let  us  be  baptized!"  her  prayer. 

Her  mother  granted  her  request, 
Thus  they  obeyed  God's  great  behest. 

Baptism  washed  their  sins  away — 
If  faithful,  gain  eternal  day. 


THE  MUSIC  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


WHAT  would  the  music  of  the  last  fifty  years  be? 

At  first  a  glad,  joyous  strain  because  God  had  appeared, 
spoken  and  revealed  the  gospel  to  the  Prophet  Joseph 
Smith. 

Then  sad  and  sober  music  as  persecution  followed  until 
the  strains  would  deepen  in  sorrow  and  anguish  as  the  Pro- 
phet Joseph  and  Hyrum  fell.  Then  as  hope  appeared  and 
beckoned  them  on  their  weary  march  over  the  trackless 
plains,  the  music  would  gently  lure  them  on  until  the  weary 
way  was  trod,  peace  pervaded  their  hearts,  and  smooth, 
sweet  strains  were  sung,  only  broken  here  and  there  by  some 
minor  key  as  famine  or  war  has  threatened  us. 

Then  to  crown  the  whole  by  a  burst  of  triumphant  victori- 
ous music  suggestive  of  the  final  triumph  of  the  Church 
over  all  enemies. 


BY  EMILY   B.    SPENCER.  43 


A  SABBATH  IN  TENNESSEE. 


THE  quiet,  still  Sunday  air,  in  a  log  cabin  in  the  State  of 
Tennessee,  was  filled  with  the  sweet  strains  of  sacred  music. 
A  few  were  gathering  together  preparatory  to  divine  wor- 
ship. The  hearts  of  those  in  that  humble  dwelling  were 
filled  with  peace  and  love  towards  each  other,  and  towards 
the  whole  human  race. 

Those  were  there  who  had  left  their  pleasant  homes,  their 
wives  and  children,  sisters  and  brothers,  fathers  and  mothers 
and  friends  dear  to  them,  in  the  vales  of  the  rugged  moun- 
tain tops  of  Utah,  to  preach  life  and  salvation  to  those  who 
sat  in  darkness,  that  know  not  God,  but  who  must  hear  of 
the  truth  of  the  gospel.  So  then  had  they  come  bringing 
glad  tidings  of  great  joy,  words  that  the  Lord  himself  had 
given — that  a  new  dispensation  was  opened.  They  preached 
faith,  repentance  and  baptism  for  the  remission  of  sins,  the 
laying  on  of  hands  that  they  might  receive  the  Holy  Ghost, 
as  they  did  anciently.  They  laid  the  plan  of  salvation 
before  the  people;  they  could  choose  for  themselves.  If 
those  they  preached  to  had  faith,  repented  of  their  sins  and 
were  baptized  by  one  holding  authority  from  God,  handed 
down  by  John  the  Baptist,  then  have  they  entered  by  the 
only  door  and  were  on  the  straight  and  narrow  way  that 
leads  to  life  eternal.  Then  angels  rejoiced  that  some  of  the 
children  of  mortals  had  obeyed  the  truth,  while  Satan  and 
his  emissaries  raged  that  their  power  and  influence  were 
diminishing,  and  that  more  had  been  snatched  from  their  evil 
clutches.  Seeking  those  that  listed  the  evil  one  to  obey, 
they  stirred  up  their  minds  to  hatred  and  envy,  and  planted 
therein  the  foul,  dark  thought  of  murder;  Painting  up  the 
characters  of  these  innocent  men  with  the  deepest  colors 
of  iniquity,  they  transformed  the  peaceful  into  the  troubled, 
and  the  virtuous  into  the  abominable.  Such  was  their 


40  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


power.  Their  priests  denounced  them,  and  by  every  art, 
themselves  misinformed,  strove  to  impart  to  their  hearers, 
by  quotations  from  vile  productions,  their  hatred  against 
the  quiet,  self-sacrificing  missionaries  of  the  Latter-day 
Saints. 

The  hymn  was  sung  by  the  friends  gathered  together  in 
that  log  cabin;  the  last  sweet  note  was  sounded.  A  mission- 
ary had  taken  up  the  sacred  Bible,  when  a  murderous  mob 
in  furious  hate  rushed  to  the  gate.  One  came  in,  unslung 
a  shot  gun  from  the  wall  and  shot  the  unoffending  mission- 
ary under  the  arm.  He  clutched  the  wound,  fell  against 
the  bed  and  died.  No  word  escaped  his  lips;  he  died  a 
martyr  to  the  cause  of  truth. 

With  demoniacal  rage  another  of  the  mob  took  aim  at 
another  missionary,  and  while  his  comrade  grasped  the  rifle 
to  keep  it  from  deadly  execution,  he  fell  himself  to  the  floor, 
shot  by  the  infuriated  mob,  and  died  without  a  struggle.  A 
youth  was  the  next  victim,  his  only  crime  being  a  belief  in  the 
principles  of  salvation  and  befriending  the  Saints. 

At  his  fall  his  warm-hearted,  impulsive  brother  shot  the 
murderer.  "I'll  have  revenge,"  was  heard,  and  young  Hud- 
son fell  mortally  wounded. 

As  if  this  work  of  death  was  not  enough  to  satisfy  the 
insatiate  spirit  of  murder,  the  mob  fired  a  volley  through 
the  window,  which  hit  the  mother  of  the  boys,  and  entered 
the  dead  bcdy  of  Elder  William  S.  Berry. 

They  left,  and  anguish  for  their  cruel  bereavement  and 
care  for  the  wounded,  occupied  those  that  were  still  left 
alive  from  the  awful  massacre.  One  missionary  alone 
escaped,  by  fleeing  to  the  protection  of  the  woods. 

This  dark  deed  was  in  a  land  of  liberty,  in  a  time  of 
peace,  in  an  enlightened  age,  in  a  nation  that  boasts  its  free- 
dom, and  invites  the  inhabitants  of  other  climes  to  dwell 
in  this  far-famed  land  of  peace.  How  has  liberty  fallen? 


BY   EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  45 


Mourn  ye  people  of  the  nation  for  the  transgression  of  your 
laws,  for  the  rampant  spirit  of  murder  that  stains  your  fair 
land  with  the  blood  of  innocence,  that  will  assuredly  cry 
unto  heaven  against  the  participants,  and  those  that  applaud 
the  act.  Mourn  for  the  trouble  that  will  befall  you,  mourn 
for  the  desolation  that  awaits  you,  by  earthquakes,  light- 
nings, tornadoes  and  pestilence,  unless  you  turn  and  repent. 
Mourn  for  the  evil  days  that  are  coming.  "Vengeance  is 
mine,  and  I  will  repay,"  saith  the  Lord,  and  His  words  are 
sure. 

We  mourn  with  the  widows,  the  fatherless,  the  brothers 
and  sisters,  the  "parents  and  the  aged  mother,  who  loved  the 
martyred  ones. 

They  have  sealed  their  testimonies  with  their  blood. 
Their  exaltation  is  sure.  A  glorious  reward  will  be  theirs, 
and  a  martyr's  crown  will  they  wear.  They  are  where  no 
power  can  hurt  them  now. 


OBEDIENCE. 


OBEDIENCE  is  one  of  the  best  principles  of  the  kingdom. 
Without  it  we  are  lost,  going  astray,  getting  into  darkness, 
and  liable  at  any  time  to  be  led  into  captivity  by  the  evil 
one,  or  to  suffer  severely  to  be  brought  back  into  the  right 
track.  Let  us  then  as  children  be  obedient  to  our  parents 
doing  all  things  that  are  required  at  our  hands  cheerfully 
and  faithfully,  and  we  will  receive  a  reward  in  a  long  life 
with  as  much  happiness  as  it  is  possible  for  us  to  have  in 
this  state  of  trial  and  probation.  Every  one  that  is  doing 
right  is  obedient.  It  is  a  great  and  glorious  privilege  and 
principle  that  we  should  not  lose  sight  of  but  cherish  faith- 
fully. Obedience,  Obedience,  OBEDIENCE!  Let  that  be  the 
watch- cry  of  every  young  Latter-day  Saint. 


46  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


THE  ERRORS  OF  DRESS. 


How  many  errors  are  there  in  trie  modern  dress  of  women. 
The  bustle  heats  the  spine,  produces  a  weak  back  and  the 
wearer  suffers  for  her  devotion  to  fashion.  The  train  is  a 
folly  for  it  is  in  the  way,  gathering  dirt  and  acting  the  part 
of  a  broom.  A  long  dress  is  inconvenient,  easily  frayed,  and 
quickly  soiled  around  the  hem.  A  blonde  should  not  wear 
yellow  in  any  of  its  shades  as  it  makes  her  look  pallid  and 
sickly,  but  should  wear  blue  for  it  is  becoming.  A  brunette 
should  not  wear  blue  for  it  is  unbecoming,  making  her  look 
darker  than  natural,  but  should  wear  any  shade  of  yellow  or 
buff  for  that  makes  her  look  fairer,  while  bright  colors 
make  her  look  charming.  One  that  wears  corsets  will  lace 
although  protesting  against  it,  and  perhaps  honestly  think- 
ing "0,  I  don't  lace  tight."  While  the  fact  is  the  pressure 
of  the  corset  drawn  around  a  person  will  insensibly  to  the 
wearer,  admit  of  being  drawn  a  little  tighter  and  tighter, 
until  an  irreparable  injury  is  accomplished,  the  waist  has 
become  smaller  than  natural,  and  the  heart,  lungs  and  liver, 
have  but  little  room  to  accomplish  their  life  work  in,  and 
disease  preys  upon  them,  making  the  corset  wearer  pay  a 
fearful  penalty.  Very  few  live  when  once  the  waist  has 
been  reduced  to  such  a  small  size  as  to  have  the  ribs  meet 
and  overlap  each  other.  To  be  healthy  there  must  be  a 
space  between  them.  How  much  better  to  cease  to  wear 
corsets,  have  a  natural  healthy  body,  They  weaken  the 
back  and  weaken  the  stomach  so  that  when  once  used  to 
them,  the  wearer  feels  as  though  she  could  not  do  without 
the  bracing,  compressing  feeling  of  the  corset.  If  girls 
knew  the  injury  this  one  needless  article  of  clothing  pro- 
duced they  would  never  wear  one  again. 

Tight  shoes,  are  also  an  error.  For  the  sake  of  having 
the  feet  look  small,  they  are  often  pinched  into  shoes  too  nar- 


BY   EMILY   B.    SPENCER.  47 


row  or  too  short.  If  too  narrow  the  toes  crowd  one  on  the 
other,  and  a  deformed  foot  is  produced.  If  too  short  the 
joint  of  the  big  toe  is  thrown  out  of  place  and  a  painful 
bunion  is  often  the  consequence.  Some  also  to  make  the 
feet  look  tidy  and  nice  draw  their  shoes  so  tight  with  the 
laces  that  the  blood  is  checked  in  its  flow,  the  feet  are  cold, 
and  the  blood  is  forced  to  the  vitals,  or  the  head,  to  produce 
aches  or  pains,  for  the  blood  flowing  too  freely  to  any  part 
of  the  body  produces  pain.  The  laces  being  drawn  so 
tight,  also  produce  lumps  upon  the  ankle  and  instsp,  that 
are  unnatural.  It  is  better  to  wear  a  loose  shoe,  drawn 
together  only  so  tight  that  the  blood  can  have  free  access  to 
the  feet,  and  have  good  health. 

These  are  a  few  of  the  errors  of  dress  and  we  as  Latter- 
day  Saints  should  discard  them,  and  not  make  victims  of 
ourselves  at  the  feet  of  the  goddess  Fashion,  whose  slain  are 
many.  We  ought  to  have  stamina  enough  to  dress  our- 
selves comfortably  and  healthy  regardless  of  how  others  do. 
Whatever  is  beautiful  and  lovely,  that  admits  of  perfect 
health,  should  be  our  standard.  Let  fashion  rule  among 
those  that  know  not  God,  but  for  us  let  us  not  deform  our- 
selves by  the  errors  of  dress. 


ST.  GEORGE. 

WHO  has  made  these  beautiful  cities?  The  Mormons. 
Who  has  turned  the  desolation  of  the  wilderness  into  fruitful 
lands?  The  Mormons.  And  yet  many  stories  are  circulated 
about  them  throughout  the  world  that  are  utterly  false,  made 
for  the  purpose  of  creating  a  sensation  and  prejudice  against 
a  long-suffering,  patient  and  persecuted  people. 

The  head  of  the  family,  the  father  and  husband,  seeks 


48  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


the  welfare  and  happiness  of  each  member,  and  is  proud 
and  fond  of  his  children,  numerous  as  they  may  be.  The 
wives  are  helpmeets  indeed,  and  cheerful  and  happy  faces 
gather  around  the  fireside. 

In  this  city  there  are  four  wards.  Each  ward  is  presided 
over  by  a  bishop,  making  four  bishops.  They  are  placed  to 
look  after  the  poor,  that  they  do  not  suffer,  and  to  adjust 
difficulties,  if  any  arise,  and  to  be  fathers  to  the  people  by 
taking  an  interest  in  the  affairs  of  tha  world,  that  everything 
may  move  on  harmoniously. 

The  Mormons  are  the  most  moral  people  in  the  world, 
and  if  any  depart  from  tne  path  of  virtue  they  are  excom- 
municated from  the  Church. 

Coming  as  I  did  to  these  valleys  believing  the  Bible  to  be 
true,  and  having  read  therein  that  Abraham  talked  with 
God,  that  Jacob  wrestled  with  God,  that  God  gave  David 
the  wives  of  Saul,  that  Solomon  only  erred  in  taking  wives 
from  idolatrous  nations,  and  the  Lord  nowhere  rebuked 
them,  I  was  not  able  to  see  why  in  these  days  it  was  a  crime 
for  a  man  to  have  more  than  one  wife,  if  that  was  his  religi- 
ous belief  and  he  honestly  obeyed  his  conscience. 

The  patient,  peaceable,  industrious,  moral  and  orderly 
Mormons  have  built  the  towns  and  cities  hereafter  described. 

A  picture  fit  for  an  artist's  pencil  is  this  lovely  city. 
Going  south  down  to  the  beautiful  fields  oT  lucerne  and 
grain,  then  turning  and  facing  north,  the  great  Pine  Valley 
Mountain  looms,  bluish,  partly  capped  with  snow,  in  the 
distance  against  the  clear  sky.  Nearer  the  eye  rests  on  the 
barren,  red  rock  cliffs,  then  the  foot-hills,  on  which  are 
perched  some  houses.  From  them  the  town  gradually  slopes 
southward.  Beautiful  and  numerous  houses,  shaded  by 
their  green  trees  and  surrounded  by  their  blooming  orchards. 
In  the  middle  rises  the  tall  white  spire  of  the  tabernacle. 
It  is  built  of  red  sandstone,  and  shows  to  advantage  among 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  49 


the  green  trees.  The  dome  of  the  red  brick  court  house 
glitters  in  the  sun-light.  The  private  houses  are  scattered 
around,  white,  gray,  bluish,  cream-colored,  pink  or  red,  as 
the  taste  of  the  owner  desires  them.  The  houses  reach  up 
to  the  gap  between  the  red  rocks  and  the  Black  Rock  Ledge, 
and  out  east  for  a  mile  or  two  and  down  block  after  block, 
until  in  front  stands  out  boldly  and  alone  the  beautiful, 
white  temple,  with  its  two  rows  of  arched  windows  and  two 
rows  of  round  windows  alternate,  and  its  slender  dome  sur- 
mounting it.  It  is  a  picture  fair  to  behold. 

But  the  city  has  not  sprung  up  by  magic  or  by  the  art  of 
enchantment,  but  little  by  little,  under  every  disadvantage, 
from  the  mineral  soil,  unhealthy  water,  and  through  the 
burning  heat  of  Summer  have  the  brave  settlers  conquered 
and  redeemed  the  soil,  rendering  life  enjoyable  and  places 
pleasant. 

The  soil  is  in  bands  running  north  and  south,  some  rich, 
black  soil,  some  red,  some  white  clay,  and  some  mineral  and 
hard  to  subdue.  On  the  east  are  the  white  clay  hills.  The 
clay  was  used  for  white-washing  before  lime-rock  was  burned 
for  lime.  On  the  west,  by  the  gap,  is  a  gray  cement  hill. 

The  mineral  soil  is  impregnated  with  salt  petre  and  caustic 
preparations,  that  destroys  vegetation.  By  flooding  the 
land,  a  great  deal  of  the  mineral  is  washed  out,  and  eventu- 
ally becomes  fruitful  by  cultivation. 

But  the  disappointments  have  been  many.  To  see  a  nice 
youQg  orchard  succ  umb  to  the  white  enemy,  and  only  by 
trying,  trying  again  is  success  secured.  This  would  be  dis- 
heartening except  to  the  most  determined  minds. 

The  mineral  rises  like  heavy  white  frost  on  the  surface  of 
the  ground,  and  it  is  so  thick  that  it  is  as  glaripg  to  the  eyes 
in  the  Summer  days  as  snow  in  the  Winter,  and  it  makes 
night  lighter  as  it  is  walked  over.  It  is  about  all  the  sem- 
blance of  snow  that  we  have,  for  through  the  genial  Winter 


50  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


we  seldom  see  snow,  sometimes  not  at  all,  and  rare  it  is  for 
it  to  lay  on  the  ground  a  day  or  two.  The  grass  on  either 
side  of  the  ditches  is  green  the  Winter  through,  birds  are 
singing,  and  nature  is  more  like  Spring  than  Winter,  while 
the  sun  shines,  but  on  cloudy  days  or  at  night  or  morning, 
the  cold  and  the  damp  from  the  salt  petre  grounds  arise  and 
is  felt  more  than  the  sunshiny  days  gave  promise. 

Those  unaccustomed  to  the  climate  never  think  to  throw 
on  a  shawl  or  put  on  an  overcoat  or  take  them  along,  because 
the  days  are  warm  and  pleasant,  and  thereby  the  cold  is  felt 
more  than  in  a  more  northern  clime,  while  those  accustomed 
to  the  changes  in  the  atmosphere  are  prepared. 

In  the  early  settlement  of  the  place  many  hardships  were 
endured;  many  lost  their  little  babes  and  children  through 
the  change  in  the  drinking  water,  and  they  quietly  sleep  in 
the  city  of  the  dead.  But  when  fruit  and  grapes  abounded 
and  the  water  became  more  plentiful,  the  babes  had  a  better 
chance  of  life,  and  it  is  now  no  more  unhealthy  than  it  is  in 
other  places. 

— +-+> — ««-•- — 
THE  HOME  OF  THE  TEN  TRIBES. 


BROTHER  John  Lyttle  was  conversing  about  the  ten  tribes, 
and  said  that  Joseph  Smith  marked  off  on  the  floor  the 
place  where  the  ten  tribes  live;  it  was  in  the  shape  of  a 
horseshoe  and  was  detached  from  the  earth.  He  said  that 
the  ten  tribes  were  there,  and  that  they  would  never  come 
back  to  this  part  of  the  earth,  until  that  portion  of  the 
earth  came  back  to  its  proper  place.  Then  they  would  come 
back  to  union  where  this  people  are.  The  Lord  speaks  about 
shaking  the  earth,  and  it  should  reel  to  and  fro  like  a 
drunken  man,  that  this  portion  of  the  earth  that  was 
detached  coming  to  its  proper  place  would  cause  the  earth 
to  shake  and  reel  to  and  fro. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  51 


MY  LOVELY  MOTHER. 


WHEN  stars  are  shining  bright  above 

In  all  their  brilliancy, 
And  silent  I  am  walking  then, 

I  think  and  think  of  thee; 
And  thinking  of  the  pleasant  days, 

That  passed  in  childish  glee, 
When  mother's  arm  was  round  me  thrown, 

And  mother  smiled  on  me, 
My  lovely  mother! 

Far  from  my  mother  am  I  now, 

The  tear-drops  often  come, 
Because  I  long  to  see  again, 

My  lovely  Salt  Lake  home. 
My  mother  is  the  guardian  there, 

So  earnest,  sweet  and  true, 
To  me  the  best  I  ever  saw, 

The  best  I  ever  knew; 

My  lovely  mother! 

My  little  brothers  went  away, 

And  silence  fell  around 
Our  home  that  had  been  bright  and  gay, — 

Their  home  the  silent  ground. 
And  Time  alone  erased  the  pain, 

Though  Hope  had  spoken  oft, 
And  bade  us  see  a  rainbow  bright, 

With  accents  low  and  soft, 
Told,  "They  are  happy." 


52  THE   ROSE   OF  DESERET. 


Now,  James  and  Peter  comfort  thee, 

The  only  ones  at  home; 
May  they  a  comfort  ever  be, 

In  years  that  are  to  come. 
My  brothers!  yet  a  sister  thinks 

Of  those  she  cannot  see; 
And  sometime,  if  the  Lord  permits, 

Again  she'll  come  to  thee, 
The  household  treasure! 

My  mother  may  you  never  die, 

But  live  till  Christ  shall  come 
In  clouds  of  joy  with  risen  ones, 

With  Him  receive  a  home. 
Then  mortal  will  immortal  be, 

And  joy  surround  the  throne 
Of  him  that's  gained  the  victory: 

The  well  beloved  Son 

Praise  Him  forever. 

I  seemed  to  feel  His  coming  near, 

When  in  His  house  I  stood, 
And  hoped  that  when  He  should  appear, 

That  I  among  the  good 
Might  meet  Him  with  a  heart  of  joy, 

That  he  might  smile  on  me; 
And  may  we  all  together  meet, 

That  happy  we  may  be 
In  that  bright  home. 

My  mother,  well  I  know  thy  love 

Has  always  been  for  me: 
Thy  smiles  have  been  a  sunbeam  bright 

That  made  life's  shadows  flee: 


BY  EMILY   B.    SPACER.  53 


The  light  within  thy  tender  eyes, 

I  never  can  forget; 
Sometimes  I  dream  that  once  again 

I'm  called  thy  darling  pet. 
In  fancy  wild  my  soul  is  bound; 

Impatiently  I  fret 

For  lovely  mother. 

Then  Patience  takes  her  seat  by  me 
In  sweet  but  sad  surprise, 

That  I  should  let  Eegret  stand  by 
In  such  a  sober  guise, 

And  bids  me  cheer  that  I  will  see, 
If  patient  I  will  be, 

My  mother,  lovely,  good  and  true; 

My  brothers  then  greet  me 
In  future  times. 


FOR  ANNIE. 


SISTER,  I  have  not  forgot 

All  that's  past  in  that  dear  spot, 

Home  across  the  ocean  wide, 

Home  that  gleams  with  wealth  and  pride. 

I  have  found  a  home  amid 
Those  who've  done  as  God  has  bid, 
Those  who  love  the  truth  divine 
That  immortal  on  them  shines. 


54  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


I  am  treated  kindly  here, 
By  these  friends  unto  me  dear, 
I  am  happy  in  their  home, 
I  have  no  desire  to  roam. 

Brother,  when  I  saw  thee  last, 
When  I  held  thy  hands  so  fast, 
For  a  long,  a  last  good-bye, 
I  knew  not  how  time  would  fly. 

Here  all  Nature  grand  reposes, 
Freaks  of  wonder  oft  discloses, 
Days  unclouded  pass  me  by 
Sweet  the  clear  and  azure  sky. 

Here  the  sun  with  genial  rays, 
Warms  the  Autumn's  closing  days, 
Tints  the  trees  a  golden  hue, 
As  the  frosts  work  cometh  new. 

I  am  here,  and  thou  art  there 
And  thy  joy  I  cannot  share, 
Joy  with  that  sweet  innocent, 
To  thy  care  so  loving  lent, 

May  I  see  the  little  one, 
When  I  reach  again  my  home, 
Keep  the  darling  one  with  care — 
Blessings  on  the  baby  fair! 

I  will  homeward  sometime  turn, 
Should  love's  lamp  forever  burn, 
I  will  tell  of  wonders  here, 
To  my  friends  in  England  dear. 


BY   EMILY  B.  SPENCER.  55 


POLITENESS. 


WHAT  is  politeness?  In  what  does  it  consist?  These  are 
questions  we  may  ask  ourselves,  for  each  and  every  one 
desires  to  be  acting  his  best,  but  true  politeness  is  not  an 
art  that  can  be  studied,  and  thrown  off  and  put  on  as  the 
owner  may  desire,  for  it  is  a  part  of  the  character,  and  depends 
upon  the  disposition  of  the  person,  a  natural,  spontaneous, 
kind  feeling,  that  shows  itself  in  every  action.  There  is  a 
politeness  of  the  world,  that  is  learned  by  rule,  to  speak,  to 
smile,  to  bow,  without  caring  to  speak,  the  smile  to  be  an 
outward  show,  and  not  the  prompting  of  the  heart.  Polite- 
ness ought  to  be  possessed  by  every  individual.  If  children 
at  home  are  invariably  polite,  the  habit  becomes  permanent, 
and  abiding  through  life.  Bashfulness  will  often  make  a 
person  seem  impolite,  and  covers  them  with  confusion,  when 
the  heart  is  not  at  fault. 

Let  us  each  and  every  one  study  the  most  noble  art  of 
pleasing  by  making  our  hearts  the  receptacle  of  all  that  is 
good  and  lovely. 

Blessed  are  the  ones  that  have  the  good  passport  to  society 
and  cherish  the  feelings  that  lead  to  true  politeness. 


ABRAM. 


PEACE  be  with  thee  Abram,  bad  news  I  have  to  tell  thee, 
For  Chedorlaomer,  king  of  Elam,  Ariock  and  Amraphel, 
With  Sidol,  king  of  nations,  have  brought  five  kings  and 

made  two  flee, 
And  in  the  slime  pits  then  they  fell,  the  rest  in  mountain 

dwell 
And  they  have  taken  captive  Lot,  and  all  his  goods  are  gone, 


56  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


And  I  am  left  of  all  the  host  to  tell  the  news  alone. 

Then  up  rose  Abram  in  great  haste,  and  armed  his  servants 

true, 

Three  hundred  and  eighteen,  their  valor  well  he  knew, 
For  born  were  they  within  his  house,  like  childrem  were  they 

there, 

The  subjects  of  his  wisdom  and  patriarchal  care. 
Forth  went  they  resolute  and  firm  with  Abram  at  their  head, 
And  as  the  night  closed  round  them,  still  onward  were  they 

led, 

Until  unseen  and  unsuspected  they  fell  upon  the  foe, 
And  many  a  mighty  warrior  was  left  alone  and  low; 
And  they  regained  the  captives  and  Lot  and  all  they  had 
And  hearts  were  beating  merry,  that  late  were  beating  sad. 


GENIUS. 


GENIQS  is  a  fearful  gift.  Genius  is  an  exquisite  gift. 
Genius  is  a  lovely  gift,  one-that  buoys  up  the  mind  through 
every  lonely  moment,  and  feeds  upon  itself.  I  thank  Thee 
for  it,  0  my  Father.  I  would  not  exchange  it  if  it  were  in 
my  power.  It  is  a  fearful  gift  inasmuch  as  one  can  do 
much  good  or  much  ill  by  its  means.  An  exquisite  gift 
because  it  gilds  even  common  things  with  a  sunshine  of  its 
own,  and  yet  in  sadness  it  thrills  the  very  heart  strings  with 
sorrow. 

A  lovely  gift  for  it  alleviates  the  sorrows  of  the  possessor 
and  the  sorrows  of  others  by  the  music  of  its  spell.  But 
few  understand  or  can  comprehend  the  sensitiveness  that 
accompanies  the  gift  of  poetry,  how  often  a  word  wounds 
and  the  heart  aches  when  thoughtless  tirades  are  poured 
out  upon  the  shrinking  one.  So  that  although  the  life  path 
is  laid  among  the  roses  of  life  yet  many  thorns  pierce  the 
unsuspecting  persons. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  57 


COMMENTS  ON  A  PICTURE  CALLED,  "A  MOR- 
MON TAKING  A  FIFTH  WIFE." 


THERE  is  no  resemblance  in  it  to  our  women  or  our  cus- 
toms. It  is  a  libel  upon  us.  The  coarse,  repellent,  vulgar 
looks  of  the  man,  with  a  whip  in  his  hand  as  an  emblem  of 
authority  is  not  the  picture  of  the  noble-looking,  refined, 
intelligent  Latter-day  Saint  who  governs  by  kindness  and  is 
loved,  respected  and  honored  by  all  of  his  family  no  matter 
how  many  they  may  number. 

The  shame-faced  bride  who  hardly  dares  cling  to  his  hand 
and  who  looks  as  if  she  had  committed  some  great  crime  and 
dared  look  no  one  in  the  face,  bears  no  resemblance  to  the 
pure,  free,  joyous  and  loving  looks  of  the  Mormon  brides, 
while  the  first  wife  would  not  be  standing  with  her  arms 
akimbo,  to  greet  her  husband  and  his  new  wife,  with  a  cur- 
tain lecture,  but,  if  not  coming  home  with  the  bride  leaning 
on  the  arm  of  her  husband  with  joy  and  pride,  she  would 
meet  him  with  greeting  smiles  and  kisses,  while  the  bride 
likewise  would  be  warmly  welcomed, 

The  other  wives  would  not  be  looking  so  disdainfully  upon 
the  new  comer,  but  would  be  greeting  her  with  true  sisterly 
affection. 

The  sweet  little  children  would  crowd  around  father,  eager 
for  a  kiss,  and  sharing  in  the  general  joy.  There  again  the 
picture  is  amiss;  instead  of  three  or  four  little  ones  there 
should  be  at  least  twenty  or  thirty  children  of  all  sizes  from 
grown  young  ladies  and  gentleman  to  the  wee  tiny  infant,  in 
its  mother's  arms. 

Instead  of  the  noise  of  the  washtub,  soon  would  swell  the 
music  of  the  organ,  and  the  rich  melody  of  voices,  while  to 
crown  the  whole,  they  would  all  sit  down  to  a  wedding  sup- 
per in  harmony  and  union. 


58  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


THE  UMBRELLA. 


ONE  day  the  black  clouds  gathered, 
And  rain  came  pouring  down, 

Enveloping  the  hillsides, 
Enveloping  the  town. 

Some  roguish  boys  were  playing, 

They  ran  beneath  a  tree 
For  shelter,  till  the  raindrops 

Came  not  so  last  and  free. 

The  rain  had  ceased  its  beating, 
The  clouds  had  rolled  away, 

Again  the  sun  was  shining, 
And  pleasant  was  its  ray. 

Like  diamonds  raindrops  sparkled, 
And  everything  was  fair, 

With  gleeful  shouts,  the  youngest 
In  play  with  others  share. 

A  woman  old  and  feeble 

Came  toward  that  happy  group, 
A  cane  her  steps  supported 

And  tired  was  her  look. 

The  wind  had  played  an  antic, 
Her  blue  umbrella  turned, 

The  woman  had  not  noticed, 
Nor  of  her  mishap  learned. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  59 

The  boys  espied  the  trouble, 

And  on  the  air  this  rung, 
"Cabbages!    big  cabbages! 

For  sale!  for  sale!"  they  sung. 

With  stones  they  aimed  unerring, 

At  the  old  umbrella  blue, 
And  running,  shouting,  scaring, 

The  feeble  woman  too. 

"What  have  I  done,  my  children, 

That  you  should  treat  me  so?" 
The  woman  cried  in  pity, 

UI  surely  do  not  know!" 

And  her  slow  steps  she  quickened, 

But  it  was  all  in  vain, 
She  could  not  flee  the  urchins, 

But  more  around  her  came. 

But  one,  a  boy  so  noble, 

Stepped  from  the  roguish  rank, 
His  heart  was  filled  with  pity — 

Her  heart  no  longer  sank. 

"Stop  boys!  stop  your  throwing! 

For  shame  to  treat  her  so! 
I  will, not,  cannot  have  it — 

Home  with  her  I  will  go. ' ' 

The  boys  then  stood  in  silence, 

Their  fun  was  at  an  end: 
That  boy  took  part  so  nobly 

The  woman  to  defend. 


60  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


TO  EMMA. 


FORGET  me  not,  when  we  shall  part 
But  will  you  sometimes  think  of  me, 

Your  cherished  image  in  my  heart, 
Ever  engraven  deep  will  be. 

Forget  me  not  when  joy  is  by, 
But  think  of  one  that  loves  you  still, 

And  when  the  days  of  time  shall  fly, 
Your  joy,  my  heart  will  often  fill. 

Forget  me  not  if  grief  should  come 
And  dim  your  eyes  with  falling  tears, 

For  if  I  know  within  my  home. 
I  would  be  glad  to  share  your  cares. 

Forget  me  not,  at  eventide, 

When  prayer  ascends  to  heaven's  throne, 
But  breath  a  simple  prayer  for  me, 

Whose  presence  from  here  soon  is  gone. 


CONTRASTS. 


WHAT  a  vast  difference  there  is  in  the  dispositions  of  peo- 
ple. Some  are  jovial,  and  some  are  sober,  some  are  good- 
natured,  while  others  are  snappish.  Some  are  quiet  while 
others  are  boisterous.  Some  are  refined  and  some  are  vul- 
gar. There  are  as  many  differences  in  dispositions  as  there 
are  in  faces  and  forms,  and  this  gives  variety — and  because 
of  these  differences,  no  one  should  expect  that  others  will 
be  exactly  like  themselves,  but  make  all  allowances  for  foi- 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  61 


bles  and  weaknesses,  for  we  all  have  them  more  or  less,  as 
we  lack  wisdom,  or  seek  for  its  blessed  guidance.  But  each 
and  every  one  can  improve  upon  the  natural  disposition, 
until  we  arrive  unto  a  degree  of  perfection.  If  inclined  to 
be  snappish,  cultivate  good  nature,  if  inclined  to  be  vulgar, 
cultivate  refinement,  and  all  that  is  evil  put  away,  and  when 
that  is  done  a  far  more  happy  state  of  society  will  be  the 
result  while  still  the  disposition  of  each  will  be  distinct,  and 
none  will  be  alike. 

We  are  one  vast  brotherhood  and  sisterhood  and  should 
aim  at  the  happiness  of  the  whole.  How  many  of  us  will 
be  gathered  in  one  family  circle  in  our  Father's  court  above? 
Let  us  each  strive  to  be  one  of  the  number. 


NEW  YEAR'S  DAY  IN  THE  PAST  AND  THE 
PRESENT. 


ONCE  a  Spring  day  the  2t  th  of  March  crowned  the  year. 
The  stern  Winter  had  passed  with  its  cold,  dreary  days.  Its 
icicles  had  melted,  and  were  seen  no  more.  The  brooks  had 
burst  their  icy  bands  and  once  more  danced  laughing  music- 
ally upon  their  way.  The  first  birds  of  Spring  had  made 
their  appearance  carolling  their  notes  of  joy.  The  lovely, 
hardy  flowers  peeped  up  in  the  woodlands.  The  bright  sun 
shone  warm  and  all  Nature  rejoiced  in  the  glad  holiday. 
Spring  and  the  New  Year  were  one. 

Time  sped  on.  A  change  was  proposed.  Men  thought 
about  it,  talked  about  it,  made  the  time  fly  backward,  and 
the  1st  of  January,  17L6,  was  proclaimed  New  Year's  day. 

Then  the  New  Year's  peal  rang  out  upon  the  frosty  air, 
while  the  beautiful  bright  stars  burned  in  the  depths  above. 
Since  then  snow,  frost  and  ice  have  held  dominion,  and 
locked  the  New  Year  in  their  freezing  embrace.  The  sun 


62  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


has  looked  down  coldly  from  his  far  away  throne.  No  flow- 
ers grace  the  landscape,  for  kissed  by  frosty  life  they  black- 
ened and  died.  Birds  have  sung  us  an  adieu  and  flown  to 
fairer  climes.  The  winds  are  chill  and  in  their  wild,  rushing 
notes  sing  a  requiem  of  the  year. 

Pendant  icicles  hang  from  the  houses,  but  warmth  and 
light  and  glee  are  within.  Hearts  beat  happy  and  cold  is 
defied.  Grift s  are  many.  Flying  feet  beat  time  to  merry 
music,  and  New  Year's  Day  is  as  gay  now  as  when  in  the 
olden  time  the  winds  of  March  heralded  its  approach.  This 
is  the  New  Year  as  it  was  and  as  it  is. 

To-night  time  is  passing  with  its  noiseless  step  bringing 
the  finale  of  another  year.  The  end  of  this  small  period  of 
time  that  has  brought  to  some  sorrow  and  to  some  gladness. 
How  many  hearts  are  at  this  moment  beating  with  some  bit- 
ter sorrow,  spoken  or  unspoken,  and  how  many  at  this  time 
are  filled  with  bright  anticipations  of  the  future,  reveling  in 
its  fancied  blissfulness,  while  the  present  is  filled  with  sweet 
happiness. 

The  coming  year  whose  approach  is  so  near  glides  silently 
upon  us  waking  no  sleeper  and  known  to  have  but  sleepless 
watchers,  as  they  keep  their  vigils  in  honor  of  its  coming. 
They,  they  alone,  welcome  the  Invisible,  as  its  fresh  young 
breath  is  felt,  and  feel  that  the  old  year  has  past  with  the 
last  stroke  of  the  uknell  of  time."  That  knell  heralds  the 
new  comer.  Unseen  the  New  Year  has  taken  the  place  of 
the  old,  and  we  are  one  year  nearer  the  end  of  our  exist- 
ence, one  year  nearer  the  end  of  time  and  one  year  nearer 
the  coming  of  Christ.  What  will  it  bring  to  us,  joy  or  grief, 
pleasure  or  pain?  We  have  not  power  to  gaze  into  futurity 
and  know  what  awaits  us.  If  we  knew  the  bitter  that  we 
had  to  drink,  we  would  shrink  from  the  draught  ere  it 
touched  our  lips.  When  unknown  trials  and  sorrow  come 
upon  us,  an  unseen  mighty  power  buoys  up  the  spirit  and 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  63 

enables  us  to  pass  through  trials,  that  if  we  had  known  they 
had  to  be  endured  would  have  embittered  our  existence. 
Anticipated  happiness  loses  the  keen  edge  of  enjoyment 
because  the  mind  has  overdrawn  the  picture,  and  the  reality 
is  less  than  the  ideal. 

The  dark  moments  speed  on,  the  morning  comes,  and  the 
air  resounds  with  "Happy  New  Year,"  May  this  be  a 
happy  New  Year  to  one  and  all,  old  and  young,  married  and 
single,  youth  and  maiden  and  parents  and  children. 


NANCY'S  RIDE. 


I  SOUGHT  my  love  where  mountains  tower 
Towards  heaven's  blue  arch  in  sun  or  shower, 
I  sought  but  her,  I  asked  no  dower, 
Her  eyes  so  blue,  her  hair  so  bright, 
Had  caught  and  fixed  my  ardent  sight. 
I  loved  my  girl  so  deep  and  true, 
She  was  the  sweetest  maid  I  knew. 

I  sought  her  father,  stern  and  cold, 
Nor  knew  a  grudge  he  still  did  hold 
Against  my  father,  not  the  son, 
And  easy  thought  my  suit  I'd  won, 
But  learned  too  late,  I'd  rashly  done 
That  I  had  better  have  kept  mum. 

Resolved  to  take  my  girl  and  fly, 
I  sought  my  chum,  and  he  and  I, 
Agreed  to  take  a  trip  to  town, 
And  bring  my  darling  Nancy  down. 
We  went  at  eve  when  twilight  dim, 
Made  easier  the  scheme  to  win. 


64  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


With  beating  and  with  anxious  heart, 
Like  school-boys,  I  forgot  my  part, 
Impatient  waiting,  did  not  give 
The  signal  telling  I'd  arrived. 
The  girls  were  waiting  for  the  shrill 
Sharp  whistling  given  with  a  will. 
At  last  as  I  had  turned  to  go, 
With  disappointment  pressing  so, 
I  turned  my  horses'  heads  away, 
Not  knowing  at  that  close  of  day, 
What  made  the  night  air  all  so  still, 
Why  they  appointment  did  not  fill. 

Then  ran  from  leafy  covert  out 
The  girls  who  waited  thereabout, 
And  jumped  into  the  wagon  bed, 
Then  quick  my  heart  on  hope  was  fed. 
The  horses  sprang  'neath  maddening  lash, 
And  sped  from  town  like  lightning  flash. 

But  as  we  fled,  we  heard  behind, 
The  rush  of  hoofs  borne  on  the  wind, 
And  kne\\  that  one  had  missed  his  girl, 
And  was  pursuing  with  a  whirl. 
I  gave  my  orders  to  my  chum 
I  knew  if  caught  we'd  have  no  fun, 
So  at  their  best  made  horses  run. 
Then  dropped  on  to  the  mountain  r  ad, 
When  faster  rolled  the  lightened  load. 

They  fairly  flew,  as  madly  on, 
They  rushed  like  whirlwinds  in  the  sun, 
They  turned  where  roads  had  never  been, 
A  shorter  way  to  home  of  kin. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  65 


The  horsemen  took  a  longer  route, 
Scarce  knowing  what  they  were  about, 
Nor  knowing  where  to  seek,  and  find 
The  lovers  of  the  faithful  mind. 

The  river  rolled  in  rapidness 
The  bank  seemed  quite  a  precipice, 
tkNow  girls  hold  on,"  the  driver  said, 
As  they  were  crouched  in  wagon  bed. 
"For  that  shall  be  no  frowning  bar 
We'll  leap  it  safely  with  ajar." 

Like  bolts  of  fire  they  downward  plunged 

And  through  the  rolling  river  lunged 

And  on  they  sped  with  rapid  pace 

As  on  I  went  a  shorter  race. 

But  when  I  gained  my  father's  house 

My  fears  were  further  still  aroused. 

I  took  my  love,  and  led  her  out, 
(Nor  waited  for  her  father's  shout,) 
Down  by  the  rivers  sedgy  bank, 
Where  willows  grew  so  thick  and  rank, 
We  waited  till  the  angry  sounds 
Had  died  away  in  echoing  rounds, 
Then  through  the  meadow  covered  o'er 
With  water,  safely  Nancy  bore. 

We  came  to  where  was  tied  my  horse, 
We'd  wait  no  more,  come  best  or  worse, 
But  flew  upon  our  darksome  way, 
His  hoofs  shot  sparks  like  meteor's  ray; 
Nor  came  a  gleam  or  band  of  gray, 
To  tell  the  dawning  of  the  day. 


66  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


But  night's  dark  cloak  around  us  flung, 
Our  fortunes  on  the  hour  were  hung, 
So  onward  with  the  night  we  flew, 
And  knew  to  each  our  hearts  were  true. 

Thus  with  her  on  my  faithful  steed, 
We  rode  like  Lochinvar  indeed, 
We  called  a  justice  in  the  night, 
The  marriage  knot  was  tied  up  tight. 
Excitement  wild  wore  Nancy  down, 
Throughout  the  time  we  had  left  town, 
Fatigue  had  told  on  Nancy  bright, 
So  cold  from  riding  that  weird  night. 

With  his  kind  wife  she  warmly  slept, 
Her  future  was  her  own,  she  felt, 
Her  father  could  not  interfere, 
Although  her  heart  had  loved  him  dear, 
She  felt  our  love  was  over  all, 
She  could  no  longer  keep  in  thrall. 

But  as  we  homeward  went  our  way, 
As  noon  had  rung  upon  the  day, 
Her  father  came  with  furious  ire, 
Snatched  Nancy  from  my  loving  power, 
Bore  her  unto  her  home  away, 
Upon  her  fateful  wedding  day. 

A  week  she  staid,  they  could  not  coax, 
It  mattered  not,  by  threats  or  hoax, 
Her  mind  was  firm — she  loved  me  still — 
At  last  prevailed  the  girl's  sweet  will, 
She  came  to  be  my  wife  indeed, 
By  ties  the  first  did  supercede. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  67 


The  second  marriage  tie  was  given, 
That  by  it,  hearts  should  ne'er  be  riven, 
But  after  death  I'd  claim  the  one, 
With  whom  my  life  had  just  begun, 
It  made  our  happiness  complete, 
And  left  us  nothing  to  regret. 

My  Nancy  now  is  in  the  tomb, 
My  darling  from  my  heart  is  gone, 
And  yet  we'er  parted  not  forever, 
Death  can  not  us  eternal  sever, 
The  course  of  life  again  will  come, 
The  spirit  through  her  veins  will  run, 
She  will  arise  and  come  to  me, 
My  sweet,  my  precious,  loved  Nancy. 


OUK  DESIRES. 


FROM  old  to  young  we  cry  reform, 
And  of  the  blood  of  Christ  be  born, 
Live  our  religion  day  by  day, 
And  turn  from  every  sin  away. 

That  Holy  Spirit's  quickening  power 
May  rest  upon  us  every  hour, 
That  we  may  watch  as  well  as  pray, 
Perform  each  duty  day  by  day. 

That  peace  and  love  and  unity, 
May  dwell  within  each  family, 
Within  each  breast  a  heaven  may  be; 
May  we  from  Satan's  power  be  free. 


68  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


THE  BIG  BOYS. 


How  the  hearts  of  mothers  ache, 

When  the  big  boys  go; 
And  when  silence  reigns  around, 

Tones  are  hushed  and  low; 
For  we  know  not  what  will  be, 

In  the  days  that  come, 
Or  what  may  befall  them 

Ere  they're  safe  at  home. 

With  pain  our  hearts  are  beating, 

When  the  big  boys  go, 
Silent  tears  are  downward  dropping, 

For  we  love  them  so, 
No  steps  awake  the  echoes, 

In  the  silent  rooms, 
We  miss  them  in  the  mornings, 

At  night  and  at  noons. 

It  seems  they  would  not  gladly 

Leave  their  mothers  so, 
If  they  knew  how  much  we  loved  thern- 

We  bless  them  as  they  go. 
When  dangers  are  around  them, 

May  they  be  kept  from  harm, 
Returning  home  in  safety, 

To  meet  a  welcome  warm. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  69 


WILDWOOD  FLOWERS. 


TUNE,  FADED  FLOWERS. 


THE  flowers  that  were  brought  from  the  wild  wood, 

That  hung  in  their  beautiful  bells, 
Pale,  lilac  and  pink  in  profusion, 

They  told  me  of  shadowy  dells. 
Oli  the  bloom  of  the  flowers  I  remember, 

And  the  smiles  1  shall  never  more  see, 
For  the  hands  of  my  beautiful  lover, 

Transplanted  the  flowers  for  me. 

The  breath  of  the  Spring  was  like  incen^e, 

By  the  beautiful  flowers  in  bloom, 
He  gave  the  last  touch  to  the  garden, 

And  he  found  that  yet  there  was  room, 
In  the  round  ribbon  bed  of  beauties, 

And  he  planted  the  delicate  flowers; 
Then  we  smiled,  as  they  charming  and  lovely, 

Kept  nodding  throughout  the  night  hours. 

Acd  when  he  was  absent,  these  flowers, 

Were  cherished  far  more  than  their  mates, 
Though  his  hand  had  fashioned  the  garden, 

'Twas  he  that  had  brought  me  these  plants; 
And  they  spoke  of  the  distant,  blue  wildwood, 

Of  the  charms  that  were  hidden  within, 
And  they  spoke  to  my  heart  by  their  beauty, 

"Oh  the  one  that  is  gone,  I  love  him." 


THE   ROSE   OF   DESERET. 


But  the  garden  and  the  blossoms  are  gone; 

I  know  not  who  robbed  their  sweet  bloom, 
I  left  that  dear  spot  in  cold  Winter, 

Its  brightness  was  wrapped  up  in  gloom. 
I  thought  not  of  flowers  nor  their  beauty, 

For  I  went  with  the  one  dear  to  me, 
His  dark  eyes  to  me  were  far  better 

Than  bells  of  the  flowers  could  be. 

And  he  to  the  land  of  the  spirits 

Has  journeyed  in  years  that  have  gone 
While  I  in  mortality  linger, — 

To-day  I  am  sitting  alone. 
Perhaps  these  sweet  flowers  are  around  him, 

That  past,  ere  he  vanished  from  sight, 
For  they  bloom  in  the  land  of  the  spirits. 

More  ethereal,  beautiful,  bright. 


THE  TWO  POWERS. 


THE  two  powers,  good  and  evil,  influence  our  lives.  Upon 
giving  way  to  the  power  of  evil,  heeding  the  suggestions 
of  the  tempter  to  take  the  steps  that  lead  to  destruction,  the 
evil  spirits  surrounding  us  laugh.  They  see  us  heeding  their 
whisperings  and  glory  when  they  can  influence  us  to  commit 
any  wrong. 

Are  you  going  to  allow  them  to  lead  you  astray,  to  heed 
their  wily  whispers? 

"Do  as  you  are  a  mind  to.  Don't  mind  what  is  said. 
You  are  your  own  master,  and  you  have  got  to  strike  out 
for  yourself." 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  71 


This  is  a  plan  of  the  Devil,  and  a  very  wise  suggestion  oi 
his  to  lead  you  imperceptibly  into  a  road  that  is  wrong. 

If  you  heeded  that,  then  he  would  devise  plan  after  plan 
to  lead  you  into  bad  company,  or  to  bring  disgrace  upon  you 
through  the  appearance  of  evil. 

Your  guardian  angel  is  round  about  you  from  your  infancy 
to  protect  you,  to  ward  off  danger  and  to  influence  you  to  do 
good  and  to  walk  in  the  path  that  will  lead  you  to  life  ever- 
lasting. 

Evil  spirits  surround  you  and  use  every  means  to  drive 
this  guardian  angel  from  your  side,  but  he  is  true  and  stead- 
fast, and  will  never  leave  you  unless  you  so  sink  in  iniquity 
and  wickedness  that  the  evil  spirit  gains  the  ascendency,  and 
in  sorrow  and  grief  he  departs  leaving  you  to  the  power  of 
wicked  spirits,  led  captive  at  their  demand.  Then  your  way 
is  downward  and  when  you  die  and  go  into  the  spirit  world 
their  object  is  accomplished — your  spiritual  ruin  is  gained, 
and  they  rejoice  that  one  more  of  the  sons  of  God  has 
turned  from  his  father  and  joined  the  ranks  of  rebellious 
Lucifer. 

Will  you  be  disobedient  to  the  commands  of  your  parents 
and  give  the  evil  spirits  power  over  you? 

Will  you  stay  away  from  meeting  and  Sunday  School, 
where  you  can  gain  the  spirit  of  the  Lord,  and  trifle  the 
time  in  play? 

That  will  delight  them. 

Will  you  say,  and  keep  your  promise,  "I  will  do  as  I  am 
told  by  my  parents,  so  that  the  Lord  can  bless  me  with  long 
life  as  He  Has  promised. ' ' 

Will  you  say  and,  keep  your  promise? 

4 'I  will  go  where  the  spirit  of  God  is  that  I  may  partake 
of  it  and  have  more  power  over  evil,  that  my  guardian  angel 
may  delight  to  stay  with  me,  and  the  evil  spirits  be  driven 
from  my  side." 


72  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


If  you  are  good  and  will  do  right  and  are  determined  to 
say  "no"  to  all  evil,  these  powers  of  darkness  will  leave,  and 
then  you  will  be  free  from  their  influence. 

If  evil  companions  entice  you,  heed  them  not.  Say,  "No, 
I  will  not  do  wrong,  come  what  may." 

Then  the  Lord  will  smile  upon  you,  and  your  heart  will 
rejoice,  and  you  will  be  glad.  He  has  promised  life  everlast- 
ing to  those  who  keep  His  commandments  and  honor  His 
laws. 


A  DREAM. 


I  DREAMED  that  a  child  dressed  in  white 
Was  placed  in  my  care  to  attend, 

She  had  lovely  dark  eyes,  a  sweet  face, 
And  her  manners,  no  one  would  offend. 

Her  complexion  was  beautifully  fair, 
And  ringlets  adorned  her  dark  hair. 

For  days  she  had  seemed  in  my  charge, 

And  followed  me  everywhere, 
But  never  had  spoken  a  word, 

This  loveliest  one  of  the  fair. 
One  morning  I  drew  her  unto  me, 

And  felt  she  was  sent  from  above, 
And  said,  as  I  clasped  the  sweet  child  firm 

"It  is  good  to  have  some  one  to  love." 

What  would  life  be  with  no  one  to  love, 
How  dreary  the  days  would  pass  on, 

And  the  heart  eat  itself  till  life  ceases, 
Should  self  be  the  object  alone. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.  73 


The  affections  would  wither  away 
And  half  of  the  glory  of  life 

Would  be  lost  to  the  miserable  one, 
Whose  heart  of  itself  is  enough. 


DIDDY. 


I  SEATED  in  a  yellow  car, 
Was  starting  to  this  land  afar; 
Where  broken  is  cold  Winter's  reign, 
By  breaths  of  balmy  Spring  again, 
And  where  impatient,  grass  starts  green 
To  brighten  up  the  Winter  scene. 

'Twas  in  the  ta*dy  Spring  months  there, 

I  last  saw  Diddy,  sweet  and  fair, 

Where  mountains  grand  are  tow' ring  high, 

The  mountain  breeze  swept  freshly  by, 

Exhilaration  in  the  air, 

To  breathe  it  was  a  pleasure  there. 

When  I  shall  meet  again  my  dear, 
And  press  him  to  my  heart  so  near, 
His  eyes  so  blue,  so  bright,  so  clear, 
Will  smile  to  mine,  my  heart  to  cheer. 
Oh  baby  Diddy,  pretty  one, 
Is  one  sweet,  blessed  light  of  home. 


74  THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


I  TRUST  IN  THEE. 


OH  the  chilling  blasts  of  Winter, 

Seem  to  settle  round  my  soul, 
Darkness,  doubt  and  dull  despair, 

Surging  round  me,  dismal  roll! 
And  the  future  looks  so  dreary, 

All  its  brightness  seems  to  flee, 
Only  One  is  left  unto  me; 

Clings  my  heart  in  love  to  Thee. 

Oh,  the  bitterness  of  trouble! 

How  its  shadows  ever  darken 
All  the  radiant,  shining  s£y; 

Clouds  in  blackness  round  me  hover. 
Skies  serene  seem  fled  forever, 

Gathering  darkness  is  before  me; 
Yet  my  trust  shall  be  in  Thee. 

Thou  alone  canst  bring  back  gladness, 
Thou  alone  canst  scatter  sadness, 
Thou  alone  can  give  the  sunshine, 
Bring  again  a  joyous  time. 

Oh  my  Father,  let  me  love  Thee, 

Do  not  turn  away  from  me, 
Comfort  me,  I  pray  Thee  now, 

By  Thy  spirit's  pleasant  flow, 
Let  the  sunshine  of  Thy  spirit, 

Beam  again  upon  my  heart, 
And  from  righteousness  and  truth, 

May  I  never,  never  part. 


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May  the  discord  that  seems  rising, 

Now  be  quelled,  and  quelled  forever, 
May  sweet  Peace  in  lovliness, 

Dwell  with  me  and  leave  me  never. 
May  misunderstanding  cease, 

And  these  jarring  chords  be  still, 
Out  of  tribulation's  furnace, 

May  I  come  unscathed  and  free, 
Giving  praises  unto  Thee. 

May  Thy  blessings  on  me  resting, 

Crown  my  efforts  every  day, 
All  I  need,  may  it  be  given, 

While  I  on  this  earth  shall  stay. 
May  I  see  Thee,  Heavenly  Father, 

In  thy  happy  home  of  light; 
Uphold  me,  keep  me,  may  I  never, 

Banished  be  from  out  Thy  sight. 


JOHNNY. 


OH  my  blue- eyed  little  baby, 

How  I  love  thee,  love  thee! 
In  infantile  innocence 

Beauteous  and  lovely, 
Thy  presence  brings  a  blessing, 

A  light  of  joy  with  thee; 
On  thee  may  blessings  resting, 

Be  ever  given  thee. 

Sweet  baby,  may'st  thou  always  be 

Still  loved  and  lovely  too, 
Thy  days  be  long  in  peace  for  thee 


76  THE  ROSE   OF  DESERET. 


Still  learning  something  new. 
My  baby  smiles,  and  I  smile  too, 

In  joyousness  of  heart,- 
I  seem  to  feel  that  heaven  is  near, 

Its  door  but  just  apart. 


ON  VISITING  A  FRIEND  AFTER 
LONG  ABSENCE. 


CHANGES,  Time's  relentless  hand, 

Brought  to  both  our  firesides  bright; 
Joys  he  brought,  and  we  have  smiled, 

Beamed  our  eyes  with  merry  light; 
Then  we  danced  and  songs  we  sang, 

Whiled  the  hours  of  night  away, 
Pleasure  waited  on  our  steps, 

Sweetly  passed  each  coming  day. 

Sorrow,  Time  has  brought  to  us, 

Raised  the  bitter  glass  on  high, 
Sadness'  dregs,  ne  made  us  drink, 

Widows  then  were  you  and  I: 
Torn  our  hearts  have  been  at  times, 

But  in  God  has  been  our  trust, 
And  His  spirit  comforted, 

Blessings  still  have  been  for  us. 

Here,  at  last  we  meet  again, 

Meet,  and  joy  that  each  we  see; 
Hope  is  beating  high  again, 

Sorrow's  clouds  begin  to  flee. 
May  our  future  lives  be  good, 

Every  act  approved  of  Thee, 
Father,  who  in  heaven  resides, 

Whom  we  sometime  hope  to  see. 


BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER^                                     77 

THE 

DICTIONARY 

OF  NAMES. 

MEN'S  NAMES. 

Arthur 

Greek 

High,  noble. 

Asa 

Heb. 

Healer,  a  physician. 

Asahel 

a 

Made  of  God,  creature 

of  God. 

Asaph 

u 

A  collector,    one   that 

assembles. 

Asarelah 

»« 

Upright  to  God. 

Ashbel 

14 

Fire  of  Bel. 

Asher 

It 

Happy  fortune. 

Ashur 

11 

Black,  blackness. 

Asthanasius 

Greek 

.  Immortal. 

Athelstan 

A.  S. 

Noble  stone. 

Augustine 

Latin 

Belonging  to  Augustus. 

Augustin 

t  C 

It                    U                  It 

Austin 

It 

tk                   U                 It 

Augustus 

II 

Exalted,  imperial. 

Aurelius 

t  ( 

Golden. 

Azariah 

Heb. 

Help  of  the  Lord,  he 

that  hears  the  Lord. 

Allan,  Allen 

Uncertain. 

Allon 

An  oak. 

Almon 

Heb. 

Hidden. 

Alpheus 

*« 

Exchange,    a    chief  a 

thousand. 

Alphonso 

0.  G. 

All  ready,  willing. 

Alvah  Alvan 

Heb. 

Iniquity. 

Alvin,  Alwin 

0.  G. 

Beloved  by  all. 

78 

THE  ROSE  OF 

DESERET. 

Amariah 

Heb. 

Whom  God  promised; 

also,   the  excellency 

of  the  Lord. 

Amasa 

" 

A    burden,    border  of 

the  people. 

Amasiah 

11 

Strength  of  the  Lord. 

Ambrose 

Greek 

Immortal,  divine. 

Ammi 

Heb. 

My  people. 

Amos 

14 

Strong,        courageous, 

mighty. 

Amoz 

Strong,  robust. 

Andrew 

Greek 

Strong,  manly. 

Andronichus 

u 

A  conqueror  of  men. 

Anselen,  Ansel 

0.  G. 

Protection  of  God. 

Antipas 

Heb. 

Against  all. 

Anthony 

Latin 

Priceless. 

Antony 

it 

Praiseworthy.^ 

Apollos 

Greek 

Of  Apolk^jp 

Aquilla 

ik 

An  eagle. 

Aram 

Heb. 

Magnificent. 

Archelaus 

Greek 

Ruler  of  the  people. 

Archibald 

Ger. 

Extremely  bold,  or  holy 

prince. 

Aretas 

Heb. 

Virtuous,  agreeable. 

Ariel 

•-* 

Lion  of  God,  valiant  for 

God,  guardian  angel 

of  innocence. 

Alonzo 

0.  G. 

Oil  of  innocence. 

Aristarchus 

Greek 

A  good  prince. 

Arnold 

0.  G. 

Strong  as  an  eagle. 

Ar  tern  as 

Greek 

Gift    of    Minerva    (or 

wholesome.) 

Artemis 

ii 

Aaron 

Heb. 

Lofty,  inspired. 

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Abehil                 Heb. 

The  servant  of  God. 

Abel 

Breath,  transitoriness, 

vanity. 

Abi 

My  father. 

Abiah 

The  Lord  is  my  father. 

Abiather 

Father  of  plenty. 

Abiel 

Father  of  strength. 

Abiezer 

Father  of  help. 

Abihu 

My  or  his  father. 

Abijah 

To  whom  Jehovah  is  a 

father. 

Abiooam 

Father  of  beauty. 

Abiram 

High  father. 

Abner 

Father  of  light. 

Abraham 

Father  of  a  multitude. 

Abram 

Father  of  elevation. 

Absalom 

Father  of  peace. 

Acira 

A  fairy  goddess. 

Adam 

Man,    earth   man,  red 

earth. 

Adiel 

The  ornament  of  God. 

Adonijah 

The  Lord  is  my  master. 

Adin,  Adino 

Tender,  delicate, 

Adolph,  Adolphus  0.  G. 

Noble  wolf  i.  e.   noble 

hero. 

Ahi 

My  brother. 

Adoniran            Heb. 

Lord  of  height. 

Alanson 

Allen's  son. 

Aliric                 0.  G. 

All  rich,  or  noble  ruler. 

Abimaaz            Heb. 

Brother  of  the  council. 

Albert               0.  G. 

Nobly,    bright,    illus- 

trious. 

Albion               Celtic 

Mountainous  land,  the 

ancient    name     of 

England. 

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Alcira  , , 

Alexander  German 

Aided  0.  G. 

Baldwin  ,, 
Barnabas,  Barnaby,, 

Bartholomew  Heb. 

Baruch  , , 

Bar  sill  ia  ,, 

Basil  Greek 

Beniah  Heb. 

Bengamin  ,, 

Benoi  ,, 

Beriah  ,, 
Bernard,  Barnard  O.  G. 

Bertram  ,, 

Bethuel  Heb. 

Bezaleel  „ 

Bradbury  ,, 

Brian  Celtic 

Barca  Carthiagian 

Caleb  Heb. 

Calvin  Latin 

Cephas  ,, 

Charles  0.  G. 

Chrisostom  ,, 

Christopher  Greek 


Fissional. 

A  defender  of  men. 
An  elf,  or  good  coun- 
selor; peace. 
Bold,          courageous, 

friend. 
Son  of  consolation  or 

of  the  Prophet. 
A  warlike  son. 
Who  is  blessed,    who 

bends  the  knee. 
From  the    Lord,   firm, 

true. 

Kingly,  royal. 
Son  of  the  Lord. 
Son  of  the  right  hand. 
Son  of  grief  or  trouble. 
In  calamity, 
Bold  as  a  bear. 
Bright  raven. 
Man  of  God. 
In  the  protection  of  or 

shadow  of  God. 
A  broad  city,   town  or 

dwelling. 
Stroug. 

Terrible  as  the  lightning. 
A  dog,  a  basket,  a  crow,  j 
Bald. 

A  stone,  or  rock. 
Strong,   manly,    noble, 

spirited. 
Golden,  mouth. 
Bearing  Christ. 


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Clarence  Latin 

Claudius,  Claude  '' 

Clement 

Conrad  0.  H.  G. 

Constant  Latin 

Constantine 

Crispian,  Crispin    ' 

Cyril  Greek 

Cyrus  Persian 

Dan  Heb. 

Daniel 

Darius  Persian 

David  Heb. 

Dennis,  Denis  Greek 
Dionysius 

Donald  Celtic 

Duncan 

Don  Spanish 

Eben  Heb. 

Ebenezer 

Eber 

Edgar  A.  S. 

Edwin 

Edmund 
Edward 

Egbert  0.  G. 

Elbert 

Eldred  A.  S.       . 

Eleazer,  Eliezer  Heb. 


Illustrious. 
Land. 

Mild  tempered,  merciful. 
Bold  in  counsel,  resolute. 
Firm,  faithful. 
Resolute,  firm. 
Having  curly  hair. 
Lordly. 

The  sun,  miserable. 
A  judge. 
A  divine  judge: 
Preserver,      seeker     of 

knowledge. 
Beloved,  dear 
Same  as  Dionysius. 
As  Bacchus,  the  God  of 

wine. 

Proud  chief. 
Brown  chief. 
Mr. ,  a  title. 
A  stone. 

The  stone  of  help. 
He  that  passes. 
A  javelin  or  protector 

of  property. 
Gainer     of     property, 

happy,  winner. 
Defender  of  property. 
A   happy  guardian    of 

property. 

Famous  with  the  sword. 
Same  as  Albert. 
Terrible. 
To  whom  God  is  a  help. 


h2 

THE  ROSE 

OF  DESERET. 

Eli 

Heb. 

A  foster  son,  an  offering. 

Eliab 

C  t 

God  is  his  father. 

Eliakiin 

(  I 

Whom  God  sets  up. 

Ellis,  Elias 

I  ( 

Lord  God,   or  Jehovah 

is  my  God. 

Elijah 

(( 

n 

Elihu 

(  C 

God  the  Lord. 

Eliphalet 

t  ; 

God  of  salvation. 

Eliphaz 

K 

God's  endeavor. 

Elisha 

1  1 

God,  my  salvation. 

Elizur 

u 

God  is  my  rock. 

Elmer 

A.  S. 

Noble,  excellent. 

Elnathan 

Heb. 

God  gave. 

Emery 

A.  S. 

Powerful,  rich 

Emmery 

u 

u                  u 

Emory 

t  c 

u                  u 

Eneas 

Greek 

Praised,  commanded. 

Enoch 

Hebrew 

Consecrated,  dedicated. 

Enos 

u 

Fallen  man,  enough. 

Eyaphras 

it 

Covered  with  foam. 

Ephraim 

(  i 

Very  fruitful. 

Erasmus 

Greek 

Amiable,  lovely,  worthy 

to  be  loved. 

Erastus 

1  1 

Lovely,  amiable. 

Ethan 

Heb. 

Firmness,  strength. 

Eugene 

Greek 

Well  born,  noble. 

Eusebius 

i  1 

Pious,  godly. 

Eustice 

t  c 

Healthy,  strong,  firm. 

Evan 

British 

Same  as  John. 

Everard 

O.  G. 

Strong  as  a  wild  boar. 

Ezekiel 

Heb. 

Strength  of  God. 

Ezra 

u 

Help,  a  helper. 

Felix 

Latin 

Happy,  prosperous. 

Ferdinand 

0.  G. 

Brave,  valiant. 

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Fernanda 

0.  G. 

Brave,  valiant. 

Festus 

Latin 

Joyful,  glad,  free. 

Francis 

1  1 

t  I                     U               U 

Fortunatus 

ii 

Prosperous,  happy. 

Frederick 

0.  H.  G. 

Abounding  in  peace,  a 

peaceful    ruler;   rich 

peace. 

Gains 

Latin 

Rejoiced. 

Gamaliel 

Heb. 

Recompense  of  God. 

Garret 

0.  G. 

Same  as  Gerald. 

George 

Greek 

A  landholder,  a  husband- 

man, a  farmer. 

Gerald 

0.  G. 

Strong  with  the  spear. 

Gerard 

(4 

I  (                 U             11                 U 

Gershom 

Heb. 

An  exile,  a  stranger  there. 

Gideon 

u 

A    destroyer,     one    that 

bruises. 

Gilbert 

0.  H.  G. 

Yellow,  bright,  famous. 

Giles 

Greek 

A  kid. 

Goddard 

B.  G. 

Pious,  virtuous. 

Goodrich 

(i 

Rich  in  God. 

Godfrey 

0.  H.  G. 

At  peace  with  God. 

Geoffry 

1  1 

it       it         t  (       (  • 

Gregory 

German 

Watchful. 

Griffith 

British 

Having  great  faith. 

Gustavus 

Lt 

A  warrior;  hero. 

Guy 

French 

A  leader. 

Harold 

A.  S. 

Champion,  general  of  an 

army. 

Heman 

Heb. 

Faithful. 

Henry 

0.  H.  G. 

The  head  or  chief  of  a 

house. 

Herbert 

A.  S. 

Glory  of  the  army. 

Hercules 

Ger. 

Lordly  fame. 

84 


THE  ROSE  OF  DESERET. 


Herman  0.  G. 

Hermon 

Hezekiah         Heb. 

Hierome 

Hilary  Latin 

Hilel  Heb. 

Hilkiah 

Hiram 

Homer  Greek 

R  orace 

Horatio 

Hosea  Heb. 

Howell  Brit 

Hubert  0.  H.  G. 

Hugh  Danish 

Humphrey       Anglo  Saxon 

Hamilcar          Carthaginian 

Hanna  Baal 

Hannibal 

Ichabod  Heb. 

Ignatius  Greek 

Ingram  Teutonic 

Ira  Heb. 

Isaac 

Isaiah 

Israel 

Ithiel 
Jaber 

Jabish 

Jacob,  James   " 

Jarius  " 


A  warrior. 

Anathema, 

Strength  of  the  Lord. 

Holy  name. 

Cheerful,  merry. 

Praise. 

God  is  my  portion. 

Most  noble. 

A  pledge,  security. 

Uncertain. 

K 

Salvation,  Savior. 
Sound,  whole. 
Bright  in  spirit. 
Mind,  spirit,  soul. 
Protector  of  the  house, 

or  home  peace. 
The  favorite  of  Hercules. 
The  favor  of  Baal. 

U  I  t          It  U 

The  glory  is  departed. 

Ardent,  fiery. 

Raven. 

Watchful. 

Laughter. 

Salvation  of  the  Lord. 

A  soldier  of  God,  pre- 
vailing with  God. 

God  is  with  me. 

Sorrow,  trouble;  he  will 
cause  pain. 

Dryness,  confusion. 

A  supplanter. 

He  will  enlighten. 


BY  EMILY  B. 

SPENCER.                                       85 

Japheth 

Heb. 

Enlargement. 

Jared 

{4 

Descent,  command. 

Jason 

Greek 

A  healer,  a  physician. 

Jasper 

Per. 

A  mineral,    a  precious 

stone. 

Javan 

Heb. 

Supple. 

Jedediah 

u 

Beloved  of  the  Lord. 

Juduthan 

u 

Who  gives  praise. 

J  effrey 

0.  H.  G. 

Same  as  Godfrey. 

Jeremiah 

Heb. 

Exalted  of  the  Lord, 

Jeremy 

t  ( 

i< 

Jerome 

Greek 

Holy  name. 

Jesse 

Heb. 

Wealth,  my  present. 

Jethro 

K 

His  excellence,  or  pos- 

terity. 

Joab. 

it 

Jehovah  is  his  father, 

having  a  father. 

Job 

H 

Afflicted,       persecuted, 

presented. 

Joel 

u 

He  that  wills    or  com- 

mands; the  Lord  is 

God. 

John 

(( 

The  gracious  gift  of  God. 

Jonah,  Jonas 

u 

A  dove. 

Jonathon 

U 

Gift  of  Jehovah. 

Joseph 

|C 

He  shall  add. 

Josiah 

(. 

Given  of  the  Lord;  fire 

of  the  Lord. 

Joshua 

Heb. 

God  of  salvation. 

Jotham 

ii 

The  Lord  is  upright. 

Judah 

u 

Praise,    praised  of  the 

Lord. 

Julian 

Latin 

Belonging  to  Julius  or 

from  Julius;  downy. 

86 

THE  ROSE 

OP  DESERET. 

Julius 

Greek 

Soft  haired,  downy. 

Justin 

Latin 

Just. 

Justus 

t* 

K 

Laban 

Heb. 

White,  shining. 

Lambert 

0.  H.  G. 

Illustrious  with  landed 

» 

possessions. 

Lawrence 

Latin 

Crowned  with  laurel. 

Leander 

Greek 

Lion  man. 

Leo 

u 

Lion. 

Lebbens 

Heb 

Praise. 

Lemuel 

u 

Created  by  God. 

Leonard 

Greek 

Brave    as    a  lion,   lion- 

hearted. 

Leonidas 

" 

Lion  like. 

Leopold 

0.  H.  G 

Bold  for  the  people. 

Lepold 

u 

u 

Levi 

Heb. 

Adhesion,  who  is  held. 

Lewis 

0   H  G. 

Bold  warrior. 

Linus 

Greek 

Flaxen  haired. 

Lionel 

Latin 

Young  lion. 

Llewelyn 

Celtic 

Lightning. 

Loammi 

u 

Not  my  people. 

Ludsvic 

O.  H.  G. 

Same  as  Lewis 

Ludswic 

u 

i» 

Lucian 

Latin 

Born  at  daybreak. 

Lucius 

u 

u 

Luke 

" 

Luminous,  same  as  Luc- 

ian. 

Luther 

Greek 

Illustrious  warrior. 

Malachi 

Heb. 

Messenger  of  the  Lord. 

Manasseh 

u 

Forgetfulness. 

Manoah 

1  I 

Rest,  also  a  present. 

Marcellus 

Latin 

Diminutive  of  Marcus. 

Marcius 

(i 

A  hammer;  sprung  from 

Mars;  polite. 

1 

BY  EMILY  B. 

SPENCER.                                       87 

Marcus 

Latin 

Same  as  Marcius. 

Mark 

14 

(( 

Martin 

u 

Of  Mars,  warlike. 

Matthew 

Heb. 

Gift  of  Jehovah. 

Matthias 

(i 

Gift  of  the  Lord. 

Maurice 

Latin 

Moorish,   dark  colored. 

Melvin 

1  1 

(i 

Meredith 

Celtic 

Sea  protector. 

Meshach 

Heb. 

That  draws  by  force. 

Micah 

M 

Who  is  like  the  Lord; 

humble. 

Mica  j  ah 

u 

i  C 

Michael 

K 

Who  is  like  God. 

Mills 

Latin 

A  soldier. 

Moran 

British 

A  seamen,  a  dweller  on 

the  ocean. 

Nahum 

Heb. 

Consolation,  comforter. 

Napoleon 

Greek 

Lion  of  the  forest  dell. 

Nathan 

Heb. 

Given,  a  gift. 

Nathaniel 

u 

The  gift  of  God. 

Neale,  Nell 

Latin 

Dark,     swarthy;     black- 

smith. 

Nehemiah 

Heb. 

Comfort  of  the  Lord. 

Nicholas 

Greek 

Victory  of  the  people. 

Noah 

Heb. 

Rest,  comfort. 

Noel 

Latin 

Born  on  Christmas  day. 

Noph 

Heb. 

A  sieve,  a  honey  comb. 

Norman 

Ger. 

Northman,    a  native  of 

Normandy. 

Obed 

Heb. 

Serving  God. 

Obadiah 

t  i 

Servant  of  the  Lord. 

Obed'Edom 

(i 

Servant  of  Edom. 

Octavius 

Latin 

The  eighth  child,  eighth 

born. 

Octavus 

u 

u 

88 

THE  ROSE 

OF  DESERET. 

Oliver 

Latin 

An  olive  tree. 

Orestes 

Greek 

A  mountaineer. 

Orlando 

Teutonic 

Same  as  Rowland, 

Oscar 

Celtic 

Bounding  warrior. 

Osmond 

o.  G. 

Protection  of  God. 

Osmund 

(  t 

i  1 

Oswold 

(i 

Power  of  God;  Stewart. 

Oswald 

U 

c  c 

Othrni 

Heb. 

My  hour,  my  time. 

Othmel 

1  1 

The  power  of  God. 

Owen 

Celtic 

Lamb;  young  lamb. 

Ozias 

Heb. 

Strength  of  the  Lord. 

Patrick 

Latin 

Noble,  a  patrician. 

Paul 

u 

Little,  also  a  worker. 

Paulas 

K 

u 

Peleg 

Heb. 

Division. 

Peregrine 

Lat. 

A  stranger. 

Peter 

Greek 

A  rock. 

Phannel 

n 

The  face  or  vision  of  God. 

Peniel 

u 

u 

Philander 

it 

A  lover  of  men. 

Philemon 

(( 

Loving,  friendly,  affection- 

ate. 

Pniletus 

u 

Amiable,  beloved. 

Philip 

u 

A    lover  of    horses,  war- 

like. 

Phineas 

Heb. 

Mo^ith    of     brass,     bold 

countenance. 

Phinehas 

u 

(C 

Polycarp 

Greek 

Much  fruit. 

Preserved 

English 

Redeemed. 

Ralph 

0.  H.  G. 

Same  as  Rodolphus. 

Randal 

A.  S. 

House  wolf,  or  ruler  of  the 

house. 

BY  EMILY  B. 

SPENCER.                                        89 

Raphael 

Heb. 

Healing  of  God. 

Raymond 

o.  a. 

Wise  protection. 

Reginald 

it 

Strong  ruler. 

Reuben 

Heb. 

Behold  a  son. 

Reuel 

1C 

Friend  of  God. 

Reynold 

0.  G. 

Same  as  Reginald. 

Richard 

o.  H.  G. 

Rich  hearted,  powerful. 

Robert 

ct 

Bright  in  fame,  as  a  coun- 

sellor. 

Roderick 

0.  G. 

Rich  in  fame. 

Rodulph 

0.  H.  G. 

Famous  wolf  or  hero. 

Rodolphus 

(I 

u 

Roger 

u 

Famous    with    the    spear; 

quiet. 

Roland 

o  G. 

Fame  of  the  Lord. 

Rowland 

u 

<( 

Rufus 

Latin 

Red;  red  haired. 

Rupert 

0.  H.  G 

Same  as  Robert. 

Salmon 

Heb. 

Shady. 

Samson 

H 

Great  joy  and  felicity. 

Sampson 

K 

11 

Samuel 

it 

Ahkedof  God,  heard  of  God. 

Saul 

t  ( 

Asked  for. 

Seba 

1  1 

Eminent. 

Sebastian 

u 

Venerable,   reverend,    ma- 

jestic. 

Sereno 

Latin 

Calm,  peaceful. 

Serenus 

u 

ii 

Seth 

Heb. 

Appointed. 

Shadrach 

u 

Rejoicing  in  the  way. 

Silas 

Latin 

Diminutive  of  Sylvanus. 

Silvan 

ti 

Living  in  a  wood. 

Silvanus 

u 

a 

Sylvanus 

1  1 

A  woodman. 

Silvester 

(( 

Bred  in  the  country,  rustic. 

90 

THE  ROSE 

OF  DESERET. 

Simeon 

Heb. 

Having  with  acceptance. 

Simon 

44 

(i 

Solomon 

u 

Peaceable. 

Stephen 

Greek 

A  crown. 

Thaddeus 

Syr. 

The  wise. 

Theobold 

0.  G. 

Bold  for  the  people. 

Theodore 

Greek 

The  gift  of  God. 

Theodoric 

A,  S. 

Powerful  among  the  people. 

Theophilus 

Greek. 

A  lover  of  God, 

Thomas 

u 

A  Twin. 

Timothy 

t« 

Fearing  of  God. 

Tobiah 

Heb. 

Distinguished  for  the  Lord.. 

Tristram 

Latin 

Grave,  pensive,  melancholy. 

Ulysses* 

Greek 

A  hater. 

Urban. 

Latin 

Courteous,  polished,  polite 

Uriah 

Heb. 

Light  of  the  Lord. 

Uriel 

t( 

(i 

Valentine 

Latin. 

Strong,  healthy,  powerful. 

Victor 

Latin 

A  conqueror. 

Vincent 

»4 

Conquering,  victorious. 

Vivian 

It 

Lively. 

Walter 

0.  H.  G. 

Ruling  the  host. 

Wilfred 

u 

Much  peace. 

William 

tt 

Helmet  of  resolution,   de- 

fence,    or    protector    of 

many. 

Winfred 

A.  S. 

Win  peace. 

Zabdiel 

Heb, 

Gift  of  God. 

Zaccheus 

U 

Innocent,  pure. 

Zachariah 

It 

Remembered  of  the  Lord. 

Zachary 

It 

a 

Zadock 

(  i 

Just. 

Zebedee 

u 

Gift  of  the  Lord. 

Zebadiah 

u 

u 

BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.                                      91 

Zechariah 

a 

Same  as  Zachariah. 

Zebulon 

n 

Dwelling  habitation. 

Zedakiah 

1C 

Justice  of  the  Lord. 

Zelotes 

Greek 

A  zealot. 

Zenas 

u 

Gift  of  Jupiter,  living. 

Zephaniah 

Heb. 

Hid  of  the  Lord. 

WOMEN'S 

•«•"«--«  

NAMES. 

Abbie 

Heb. 

Diminutive  of  Abigail. 

Abby 

n 

u 

Abigail 

(i 

My  father's  joy,  joyful. 

Achsah 

n 

Anklet,  adorned. 

Ada 

0.  G. 

Same  as  Edith,  happi- 

ness. 

Adaline 

1  1 

All  variations  to  Ade- 

line are  French.    No- 

ble, etc. 

Adelaide 

u 

Adela 

it 

Adelia 

It 

Adelina 

0.  G. 

Proud,'  nice  princess. 

Adeline 

French 

Of  noble  birth. 

Adnah 

Rest  testimony. 

Agnes 

Greek 

Good,  kind,   who    con- 

fesses. 

Alathea 

u 

Truth. 

Alice 

0.  G. 

Same  as  Adeline. 

Almira 

Ar. 

Lofty,  a  princess. 

Althea 

Greek 

A  healer. 

Anabel 

Latin 

Lovable. 

92 

THE  ROSE  OF 

DESERET. 

Amanda 

Latin 

Worthy  to  be  loved. 

Amelia 

0.  G. 

Busy,  energetic. 

Amy 

Latin 

Beloved. 

Angelica 

Gr. 

Lovely,  angelic. 

Angelina 

4( 

U                         (t 

Ann 

Heb. 

Grace  (the  same  as  Han- 

nah), merciful. 

Anna 

1  1 

u 

Anne 

u 

ct 

Annette 

Latin 

u 

Antoinette 

Gr. 

Inestimable. 

Antonia 

Latin 

ci 

Antonina 

(i 

it 

Apphia 

u 

Fruitful. 

Arabella 

II 

A  fair  altar. 

Ariana 

Gr. 

Corruption  of  Ariadne. 

Asenith 

Gr. 

Peril,  misfortune 

Agusta 

Latin 

Feminine  of  Agu^tus. 

Aurelia 

u 

Feminine  of  Aurelius. 

Aurora 

II 

Morning  redness,  fresh, 

brilliant. 

Azubah 

Heb. 

Deserted. 

Alma 

Latin 

Sweet. 

Almaretta 

1C 

Sweet. 

Agatha 

" 

Truly  good  and  just. 

Barbara 

Gr. 

Foreign,  strange. 

Bashemath 

Heb. 

Perfumed,  in  desolation. 

Bethsheba 

u 

The  seventh  daughter. 

Beatrice 

Latin 

Making  happy. 

Beatrix 

u 

u 

Belinda 

II 

Uncertain. 

Bertha 

0.  G. 

Bright,  beautiful,  pulu- 

cid. 

Betsy 

Heb. 

Corruption  of  Elizabeth. 

BY   EMILY  B. 

SPENCER.                                     93 

Beulah 

Heb. 

Married. 

Bridget 

Celt. 

Strength. 

Camilla 

Latin 

Attendant  at  a  sacrifice. 

Caroline 

0.  G. 

Feminine  of  Carolus  or 

Charles. 

Cassandra 

Gr. 

She  who  inflames  with 

love. 

Catharina 

Greek 

Pure,  chaste. 

Catharine 

n 

ii 

Catherine 

u 

u 

Cecilia 

Latin 

Feminine  of  Cecil,  dim 

of  sight.              i 

Celestine 

it 

Heavenly.                UBR 

kRV 

Celia 

1C 

Feminine  of  Coelius. 

Charlotte 

0.  G. 

Feminine    of    Charles, 

noble,  of  good  repute. 

Chloe 

Gr. 

A  green  herb  blooming. 

Christiana 

Latin 

Feminine  of  Christian. 

Christina 

Latin  for  Christian. 

Clara 

Latin 

Clear  as  the  crystal  sea. 

Clarissa 

(i 

Bright,  illustrious. 

Clemintine 

u 

Mild,  gentle. 

Constance 

" 

Firm,  constant,  resolute. 

Cora 

Greek    • 

Maiden,  as  Corinna. 

Cordelia 

Latin 

Warm-hearted. 

Corinna 

Gr. 

Maiden, 

Cynthia 

Gr. 

Belonging  to  Mt.  Cyn- 

thus. 

Cyrene 

u 

A  wall,  a  floor. 

Carolina 

u 

Sweet  spirit  hale. 

Cornelia 

Latin 

A  horn,  harmonious  and 

fair. 

Deborah 

Heb. 

A  bee,  a  word. 

Delia 

Gr. 

Of  Delos. 

94 

THE  ROSE  OF 

DESERET. 

Diantha 

Gr. 

Flower  of  Jove,  a  pink. 

Dinah 

Heb. 

Judged,  judgment. 

Dorah 

Gr. 

Contraction  of  Dorothy. 

Dorcas 

" 

A  gazelle,  roebuck. 

Dorinda 

u 

Same  as  Dorothy. 

Dorothy 

u 

The  gift  of  God. 

Drusilla 

t  t 

Watered  by  the  dew. 

Edith 

0.  G. 

Happiness. 

Edna 

Heb. 

Pleasure. 

Eleanor 

Gr. 

Light,  same  as  Helen. 

Elenora 

U 

i. 

Elisabeth 

Heb. 

A    worshiper    of  God, 

an  oath  of  trust. 

Elizabeth 

i  ( 

1  1 

Eliza 

u 

u 

Ella 

Gr. 

Contraction  of  Eleanor. 

Emeline 

0.  G. 

Energetic. 

Emily 

" 

u 

Emma 

Gr. 

A  nurse. 

Esther 

Per. 

A  .'tar,  a  good  fortune. 

Eudorah 

Gr. 

A  good  gift. 

Eugenia 

K 

Feminine  of  Eugene. 

Eunice 

1  1 

Happy  victcry. 

Eva 

Heb. 

Life 

Eve 

u 

u 

Evangeline 

Gr. 

Bringing  good  or  glad 

news. 

Eveline 

Heb. 

Same  as  Eva. 

Fanny 

Gr. 

Diminutive  of  Frances. 

Faustina 

Latin 

Lucky,  fortunate. 

Felicia 

u 

Happiness,  happy  girl. 

Fidelia 

u 

Faithful. 

Flora 

1  1 

Flowers. 

Florence 

(I 

Blooming,  flourishing. 

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Frances 

Gr. 

Feminine    of    Francis, 

unrestrained  and  free. 

Frederick  a 

0.  H.  G. 

Feminine  of  Frederick. 

Georgiana 

Gr. 

Feminine  of  George. 

Gertrude 

0.  H.  G. 

Spear  maiden. 

Grace 

Latin 

Favor  (unmerited). 

Gracia 

(t 

Same  as  Anne  and  Han- 

nab. 

Griselda 

Teutonic 

Stone,  heroine. 

Hannah 

Heb. 

The     same    of  Anna 

(grace)gracious,  mer- 

ciful. 

Harriet 

0.  H.  G. 

Feminine    of    Henry, 

odor  sweet. 

Hellena 

Gr. 

Light. 

Helen 

u 

*• 

Henrietta 

0.  H.  G. 

Feminine  of  Henry,  a 

soft,  sweet  star. 

Hephzibah 

Heb. 

My  delight  is  in  her. 

Hester 

Per. 

Same  as  Esther,  a  star. 

Honora 

Latin 

Honorable. 

Honor 

it 

u 

Hortensia 

u 

A  lady  gardener.  • 

Huldah 

Heb. 

A  weasel,  a  prophetess. 

Ida 

0.  G. 

God  like. 

Inez 

Gr. 

Same  as  Agnes,  (kind). 

Irene 

it 

Peaceful. 

Isabella 

Heb. 

Same    as    Elizabeth, 

lady  rare. 

Isabel 

M 

(t 

Jane 

Heb. 

Feminine  of  John,  gift 

or  mercy  of  the  Lord 

J  anette 

•• 

Jean 

(« 

d 

96 

THE  ROSE 

OF  DESERET. 

Jeanne 

Heb. 

Same  as  Jane. 

Jeanette 

u 

" 

Joan 

it 

u 

Joanna 

tt 

tt 

Jemina 

Heb. 

A  dove,  a  soft  sound 

in  air. 

Jerusha 

n 

Married. 

Josephine 

« 

Feminine  of  Joseph. 

Joyce 

Latin 

Sporting. 

Judith 

Heb. 

Praised,    praising,  a 

song      of      sacred 

praise. 

Julia 

Latin 

Feminine  of  Julius, 

soft  haired,  a  jew- 

el none  excel. 

Juliana 

u 

Feminine  of  Julian, 

downy. 

Juliet 

(I 

Diminutive  of  Julia. 

Justina 

(1 

Feminine  of  Justin. 

Katherine 

Gr. 

Same  as  Catherine. 

Keturah 

Heb. 

Increase. 

Keziah 

Heb. 

Cassia,  superficies. 

Laura 

Latin 

A  laurel. 

Laurinda 

u 

A  variation  of  Laura. 

Lavina 

u 

Of  Latium. 

Leonora 

Gr. 

Same  as  Eleanor. 

Letitia 

Latin 

Happiness. 

Lettice 

u 

Corruption  of  Letitia. 

Lilian 

(( 

Lily. 

Lois 

Gr. 

Good,  desirable. 

Lorinda 

Latin 

Variation  of  Laurin- 

da. 

Louisa 

0.  H.  G. 

Feminine    of   Louis 

or  Lewis. 

BY  EMILY  B.    SPENCER.                                       97 

Louise 

0.  H.  G. 

Same  as  Loussa. 

Lucia 

Latin 

Same  as  Lucy,  light- 

some. 

Lucinda 

ii 

Constant  as  the  day. 

Lucretia 

it 

Grim,  light. 

Lucy 

1C 

Feminine  of  Lucius, 

born  at  break  of 

day,  light. 

Lydia 

Gr. 

From  Lydia  in  Asia 

Minor,  a  refresh- 

ing well. 

Leita 

Greek 

A  joy  by  love  avowed. 

Mabil 

Latin 

Contraction  of  Ama- 

bel, like  a  lily  fair. 

Madeline 

Heb. 

Belonging  to  Mag- 

dala. 

Magdalene 

t  c 

K 

'Morcella 

Latin 

Fern,  of  Marcellus. 

Marcia 

11 

"      "   Marcius. 

Margaret 

Greek 

A    shining     pearl, 

precious. 

Maria 

Heb. 

Same  as    Mary,    a 

lady  fair. 

Marianne 

u 

Compound  of  Mary 

and  Anne. 

Marion 

u 

A  French    form    of 

Mary. 

Martha 

u 

Ruler  of  the  house, 

otherwise  sorrow- 

ful, meloncholy. 

Mary 

(1 

Exalted,  bitter,  star 

of  the  sea. 

Matilda 

0.  H.  G. 

A    mighty    battle 

a  maid,  a  heroine. 

98 

THE  ROSE  OF 

DESERET. 

Maud 

0.  H.  G. 

A  contraction  of 

Matilda  and  also 

Magdelene. 

May 

u 

Month  of  May,  also 

dim.  of  Mary. 

Mehetabel 

Heb. 

Benighted  of  God. 

Mehitable 

t  ( 

K 

Melicent 

Latin 

Sweet  singer. 

Melissa 

Greek 

A    bee,    same    as 

Deborah. 

Mildred 

Ger. 

Mild,  threatener. 

Miranda 

Latin 

Admirable. 

Miriam 

Heb. 

Same  as  Mary. 

Myra 

Greek 

She  who  weeps  or 

laments. 

Nancy 

Latin 

A  familiar  form  of 

Anne. 

Naomi 

Heb. 

Beautiful,  agreea- 

ble. 

Narcissus 

u 

Astonishment. 

Nora 

Latin 

Contraction     o  f 

Hocora. 

Octavia 

Latin 

Fern,  of  Octavius. 

Olive 

u 

An  olive. 

Olivia 

it 

cc 

Ophelia 

Greek 

A  serpent. 

Olymphia 

tt 

Heavenly. 

Parila 

Latin 

Fern,  of  Paul  or 

Paulus. 

Paulina 

u 

Fern,  of  Paulinus. 

Pauline 

i< 

u 

Penelope 

Greek 

A  weaver. 

Persis 

C( 

A  Persian  woman. 

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Phebe 

Greek. 

The  same  as  Phoe- 

be. 

Philippa 

if 

Fern,  of  Philip. 

Phoebe 

(( 

Pure,  radiant. 

Phyllis 

n 

A  green  bough. 

Polly 

Eng. 

A  variation  of  Mol- 

ly from  Mary. 

Priscilla 

Latin 

Somewhat       old. 

eminent,    anci- 

ent of  days. 

Paltith 

Heb. 

God  has  delivered. 

Rachel 

Heb. 

A  ewe  sheep,  with 

the  faithful  few. 

Rebecca 

Heb. 

Of  enchanting  beau- 

ty. 

Rhoda 

Greek 

A  rose. 

Rosa 

Latin. 

A  rose. 

Rosabel 

it 

A  fair  rose. 

Rosabella 

tt 

1  1 

Rosalia 

i  ( 

Blooming  rose. 

Rosalind 

44 

Beautiful  as  a  rose. 

Rosamond 

Teutonic 

Horse    protection,   or 

famous  protection. 

Rosamund 

Teutonic 

Rose  of  the  world. 

Roxana 

Per. 

Dawn  of  day. 

Ruth 

Heb. 

Beauty. 

Sabina 

Latin 

A  Sabine  woman. 

Sabrina 

u 

The  river  Severn. 

Salome 

Heb. 

Peaceful. 

Salva 

Latin 

Safe. 

Sarah 

Heb. 

A  princess  of  the  multi- 

tude. 

Susan 

Hebrew 

A  lily,  white. 

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THE   ROSE   OF  DESERET. 


Sybil  or  Sibyl         Greek 


Sophia 

Sophronia 

Stella 

Tabitha 

Theodora 

Thedosia 

Theresa 

Tryphena 

Tryphosa 

Ulrica 

Urania 

Ursula 

Usla 

Valeria 

Yashti 

Victoria 

Vida 

Viola 

Virginia 

Viviana 

Wilhelmina 


Winifred 
Wealthy 
Zenobia 


Lyrian 
Greek 


0.  G. 
Greek 
Latin 


Persian 
Latin 
Erse. 
Latin 


0.  H.  G. 

Teutonic 

u 

Greek 


A  prophetess,  also  a 
heathen  antiquity. 

Wisdon. 

Of  a  sound  mind. 

A  star. 
A  gazelle. 
Fern,  of  Theodore. 
The  gift  of  God. 
Carrying  ears  of  corn. 
Delicate,  luxurious. 
Luxurious,  dainty. 
.  Reich. 
Heavenly. 

She  bear,  a  little  bear. 

u 

Fern,  of  Valerius. 

That  drinks,  also  thread. 

Victory. 

Fern,  of  David. 

A  violet. 

Virgin,  pure. 

Lively. 

Fern.  ofWilhelm(Ger. 
for  William.) 

A  lover  of  peace. 

Rich. 

Having  life  from  Jupi- 
ter. 


ABBREVIATIONS. 

Heb.  Hebrew.  Gr,  Greek.  Lat.  Latin.  Teut.  Teutonic. 
Per.  Persian.  0.  G.  Old  German.  Fr.  French.  Ar  Arabian. 
Celt.  Celtic.  0.  H.  G.  Old  High  German,  Eng.  English. 
Sax.  Saxony.  Br  or  Brit.  British.  Sw.  Swedish.  It.  Italian. 
Sp.  Spanish.  Pg.  Portuguese.  A.  S.  Anglo-Saxon. 


